“Who is the help?”
“As I told you before, my brother. The King of Creatures.”
There was pride in his voice.
I remembered he’d told me that before. But I’d eventually concluded that when he said ‘brother’ he’d more meant another mage.
I’d heard him talk of the King of Creatures before. And I knew a little about the myths of the man from hearing about it here. He supposedly resided in an all-white stone castle surrounded by a ring of fire. Supposedly he was a vicious being capable of fighting almost any beast. A giant among men.
“He is a brother of blood or of magic?” I asked.
Warlord looked from the bird to me and smiled. “He is my true brother. We grew up together on the outskirts of Wixwood. My whole family. My two sisters and all my brothers.”
I wanted to hear more but remembere
