Chosen fate

- It's for your own good.

- If you say so. Well, I'm better now, so where are we at? He inquired with the intention of resuming the fight.

- No. No. You can no longer fight, Astieme, the fallen heir decided with a compelling gesture. So be good and sit on Polokuz while I fight Ytel.

- Azhewo, he's strong, you can't defeat him alone! Contested his brother, furious at the protective arrogance of his elder. The latter turned to the newly delivered ruler, raising mocking eyebrows.

- What did you dare to tell me, Astieme? After one long hundred years you're you still doubting me? Don't be so disappointed, you've already done more than your share. Thanks to you, the path is freer.

The current sovereign frowned.

- Forgive me, brother, but you are neither perfect nor immortal. And even more, although you can right now, by I don't know what fantastic magic, bear the light of day, I don't think it would last long. The best part is that....

- It's nothing at all. Because I am strong.