The Legend of the Garrison: The Sacred Blade
Chapter One: Hatred
Sarine's Point of View
"Vae wuld seh nah kro craefae frosae!" my Sire shouts at me.
"Lok, Sire-" I plead.
Apache whirls around and lashes out with fury. The blow sends me sprawling.
"Lechro y kros!"
I stand up and, ignoring the throbbing pain in my now blood-soaked muzzle, walk away.
"Vae fell seh!" I cry as I gallop away from my "Sire".
I can feel his amber gaze burn into the back of my skull like a Flame. I whirl around.
"Vae sol seh krae fasae!"
The air is filled with a pregnant silence. Apache stares at me, his glowing amber eyes widen in shock. And pain. And then, it hits me.
"Od ah fos viing."
"Lechro, Sarine!" he cries as he sheds a tear.
I gallop away from the only Life I had. I gallop to the Grael River and look down at my reflection.
I wish you were dead.
How could I have