The Dragon's Wrath - Part 4

Seeing that from Yorick, Oliver felt such a feeling begin to stir again. It was Ingolsol's want to keep that which belonged to him. But it was also the want of a child that feared to lose what had been taken from him before. Fear. Magnificent it was, a great swirling torrent of it.

None would have believed the degree to which a man as mighty as Oliver Patrick knew the emotion of fear. It was his oldest comrade. Fear had sat with him more than anything else. His fear was exacerbated by stubbornness. To know fear, and to build walls around it, allowing it to grow all the higher, all the more dangerous and deadly.

He had feared the dark as a child. None would dare to believe that. He had clung to his mother when the fear had been at its worst, and she had offered him the comforts that a child needed.