"What do you want?" Atrox asked immediately, the hair on his neck standing on end.
There was no reason to mince words.
'Steelclaw already knows I am my father's son. The question is, why won't he support me?'
Steelclaw smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "What do I want? I want a lot of things, and none of them can be given by you. Let me tell you a story. A short one."
"There were once two friends who grew up together. One was born a king, and the other vowed to make his way with his own hands. He took his sword and began to train day and night, carving a path for himself.
"He rose and became a general. He won the hearts of the people. His shadow grew so large it swallowed everyone else around him. Even the king wasn't spared, as his own shadow paled in comparison to that of the general.