~Ambrose~
I smelled him long before I saw him.
A brutish red wolf approached.
He was the man my father banished.
He was caught dabbling in dark magic. Believed to be a mix breed, half witch, half shifter.
No one knew, he was an orphan.
But Dark Magic was forbidden, not because it's evil magic, magic isn't evil, inly used for it.
But because of how its manifested and the cost of using it is unpredictable and not always paid by the user. It was outlawed long ago.
When he was caught using it he was brandished a rogue and expelled from the pack, banished to the winter mountain. Phera's realm. The place Ezelreth was originally stored in the first stone.
My father sent the man that would free the evil into this world. The world I, his son, would inherit.
The irony of how he didn't even know it.
Fated played us all like a fiddle.
