Chapter 1.
So he looked at the sunset one last time, and marveled at the sheer zealousy of the dancing colors. Mage knew what he was talking about when he said the last sunset you'd ever see was the most important. Draxen thought sunsets were more important that sunrises. The light had never welcomed him with open arms, so he always found comfort in the colors fading to his favorite shades of dark blue. Little sparkling diamonds of white light, poking through the bitter cold stab of night. Even the eery clouds over the moon comforted him in almost every way he liked it.
He stood there and thought of Gallomina. The last time he saw her they took her away to the crucifixion room, watching her pale rotting body through the bars disgusted him. They ruined her, broke her, and now they know exactley who and where he is. If it wasn't for them, he would still have her in his arms, and would have the pleasure of riding into the sunset on his black stallion. Which is always better than being forced to see the sunset from a high cliff sticking out of a cave, carved out in Mount Trezibet. He enjoyed color, but only for short amounts of time. Had Mage taught him right? He knew the glory in war, and the blood in fear. He knew how every one of them would feel bad for what they did to Gallomina. He'd remember her naked beauty, and kill each one of them while they chained him to the crucifixion wall....
It was only too soon they would taste his Pain.
He stood there and thought of Gallomina. The last time he saw her they took her away to the crucifixion room, watching her pale rotting body through the bars disgusted him. They ruined her, broke her, and now they know exactley who and where he is. If it wasn't for them, he would still have her in his arms, and would have the pleasure of riding into the sunset on his black stallion. Which is always better than being forced to see the sunset from a high cliff sticking out of a cave, carved out in Mount Trezibet. He enjoyed color, but only for short amounts of time. Had Mage taught him right? He knew the glory in war, and the blood in fear. He knew how every one of them would feel bad for what they did to Gallomina. He'd remember her naked beauty, and kill each one of them while they chained him to the crucifixion wall....
It was only too soon they would taste his Pain.