"Help me, Daddy...we're going to bring Mommy before the Volkor shaman."

Then Tau looked down.

"You're with the elves then??? their magic is more powerful than ours, right?

Your Volkor, does he have pointy ears? Yes?... tell me YES!!!"

Then Tau took Roth from his son's hands.

"I forbid you to touch her! You are not Kedra... You are arrogant and you know things that even I don't know... Go away!"

Kedra took her assegai and planted it on the ground, challenging her father...

Tau: "You think you can scare me???"

Kedra: "I can prove that I am stronger than you! And you leave me no choice!"

Tau: "It was your cursed symbol that was activated then... Your spirit comes from the cursed mountain..."

Kedra: "A moment ago you were praising the goddess!"

Tau: "Then you know that the Destroyer is a woman! you are a spirit"

Kedra : "Volkor was right... you are stupid and not smarter than the sharp ones..."

Tau : "I banish you!"

Kedra : "And I challenge you!"

Tau then seized his son and 2 daggers

And he dragged his child like a rabbit in the middle of the square, between the yurts.

"He is not my son anymore! He is a spirit of the black mountain!"

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and he threw Kedra to the ground in the mud, in front of about fifty people, children, adults and old people, well not very old... at forty years old one was old...

Kedra wiped his bloody mouth and shouted, "I challenge you! "

Then Tau threw a bone dagger at Kedra's feet and pulled out his own.

Kedra recoiled from the onslaught of his father, who was not giving away any gifts.

He invoked the gods and ancestors and the mana catch caught the attention of Volkor and Rapetou.

Rapetou : "I hear clamors... there must be a fight...!"

Volkor : "Shit! Kedra! we must intervene...!"

But Kedra was kicked in the stomach, making him bend over in pain and his father picked up the assegai and wanted to banish his son who was holding out the palm of his hand...

And he recited the magic missile formula.

And his hand glowed. A dagger-shaped ruby appeared and pierced Tau's shoulder, inflicting a deep and painful wound.

"AAAARGH!"

Blood spurted out and he looked at his wound and his son and was terrified.

"Monster!"

Then Rapetou and the Wyvern appeared over the village, terrorizing the inhabitants who fled to the yurts, having no other shelter in sight.

Tau looked at the two dragons... and a man with a scary helmet.

Tau fell to his knees, one hand in the mud, the other holding the hole that punctured his shoulder blade.

"DAD...I'm sorry..."

"Shut up- you're not Kedra..."

Then the wyvern landed with a growl.

but Volkor made her shut up.

Rapetou landed in turn and he was covered in furs and straightened into a bipedal figure and greeted Tau.

"I am Rapetou...Kedra's friend! We come in peace."

Tau was out of breath and his wound was draining his strength. He felt himself leaving...and he turned his head from the ground, seeing only the feet of Volkor and his beautiful black boots.

"Kedra... Kedra...I...am finished... You're not real. no one is real. But I ... why?"

Everything was getting blurry and smelled like the end, the bleeding...

Stealthy eyes dared to look at the scene where Kedra was in front of the Wyvern and was talking with another wyvern even more frightening and having weapons on her and some kind of unknown leather armor and with symbols of an open mouth crunching a human skull punctured with an assegai or spear. The symbol of the Devourer.

Volkor arrived in front of the breathless man.

"Human...I am not your enemy...I am a king...The king of the Ummites! VOLKOR!"

Tau struggled to straighten his head slowly and in passing looked at his son and the wyvern..

Then Volkor knelt down almost to the ground and put his hand on Tau's wound

"LET THE FLESH REFORM!"

And the wound closed, giving Tau a little life at the same time.

Paralyzed, he slowly straightened his head and looked at his disappearing wound.

Volkor was a powerful shaman as Kedra had said.

He was about to collapse and he turned his head, full of sweat, fear, incomprehension and fever from the loss of blood.