Disgrace of a King

Authors
SimpleHybrid
Cast
[ Scarfox ] Fjord Lagir Show More
Published
2 years, 6 months ago
Stats
1849
Mild Violence

When an Ex-King lost what he that was impossible to lose..

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Author's Notes

Please bear in mind that any characters mentioned outside of Fjord and Alter Ego are only 'mentioned' as information about them is kept to a minimum.

This is also a major part of Fjord's life that changes him majorly. (Following after this Literature, Fjord's look will change.)

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๐ผ๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘Ž ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘™ ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ, ๐‘Ž ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ฆ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘“๐‘“๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘๐‘’๐‘›๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ก;

The ice Scarfox was struck hard in the chin with a rising kick that caused him to cry out in pain and send him flying backwards and through the air before he winced and stuck his landing, he rubbed his chin from the kick he received from his mother but didnโ€™t remain on the thought for too long and just barely blocked the strike to his head from his brother as he skidded away once more.

๐ผ๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘Ž ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘‘. ๐ป๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘๐‘ฆ. ๐ด ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘”๐‘’;

Fjord wanted to strike back, but his body-- His body disobeyed his own damned orders! He took a gauntlet cladded punch right to his stomach which winded Fjord before having another gauntlet cladded strike smash into his face, sending Fjord flying to the ground. Rolling for a bit before he stopped himself and โ€œrestedโ€ on all fours looking towards his family. No, what was once his family-- But, no more was it his family.

They were strangersโ€ฆ

๐‘Šโ„Ž๐‘ฆ? ๐‘Šโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘™ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘โ„Ž ๐‘Ž โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘”๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ž๐‘ข๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ ๐‘๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘™;

โ€œYOU are no longer my son..!?โ€ Shouted a female Scarfox, once what was Fjordโ€™s mother.. โ€œNow stop fighting back against us and DIE!โ€ She shouted before a round was fired off and his gauntlets forcefully summoned into his hands to block the poison addled round. Why was his body moving and acting all on his own..?

๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘š๐‘’, ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ค ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘–๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘›๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘š๐‘’โ€ฆ ๐ผ๐‘ก ๐‘”๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ค ๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘“๐‘ข๐‘™, ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’“๐’š. ๐ด๐‘›๐‘”๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐ผโ€™๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘–๐‘ก;

He then heard the air heave to his right as he saw that large, crimson colored axe swing up and reel back to strike, his eye widening in fear and just only had enough time to duck his head and feel the axe slice through his long, black hair with ease, shortening it to a jagged cut. He suddenly used his ice magic to force back his Scarfox ex-sister and rise to his feet before he quickly grabbed the red bandanna that once tied his obsidian black hair together and then quickly turned and started to flee, his ex-sister wanted to give chance but was stopped by her mother before they all turned their backs to the fleeing male to torch what was hisโ€ฆ

Panting loudly, blood finally drooling out of his maw as the crimson liquid vividly contrasted and stood out against his blue colored fur as he felt tears of ruin start to streak his cheeks.

๐‘Šโ„Ž๐‘ฆ? ๐‘Šโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐ผ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘“๐‘“๐‘’๐‘Ÿ-- ๐‘†๐‘ข๐‘“๐‘“๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘๐‘’๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘™๐‘ข๐‘๐‘˜? ๐ด๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’.. ๐ท๐‘–๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆโ€ฆ ๐ท๐‘–๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘๐‘’๐‘๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›..?;

So many thoughts and words wildly swarmed and assaulted Fjordโ€™s mind as more and more tears flowed from his covered and uncovered eyes as he just continued to blindly and frantically dash and rush through the green lit forest that soon started to grey out and darken due to the rapidly crawling white-grey clouds in the sky that then slowly, started to cry out a volley of soft, white, sparkling snowflakes that quickly started to cling and coat over the area he ran through like glue.

Where was he going? Did he know where to run to? Whoโ€™d take him in? Is there anyone else he could trust? What kind of people could he rely on? Jasper? Athena? Mama? Duo? Cynwrig? Finnigan? Sylvester? Komodo? So many names just kept flowing through his mind and they all were quickly being devoured and poisoned by the evil that was crawling rapidly through his mind with no way for him to stop itโ€ฆ

๐ป๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘’๐‘ . ๐ท๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘ . ๐ผ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘ . ๐ด๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ƒ๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ก. ๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘Ž ๐‘ฃ๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘›๐‘œ ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘  ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘†๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘ฅ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘š ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›.

Fjord just kept running, and running, and running, his fur becoming more and more of a mess as heโ€™d trip, stumble, fall, and bash into all kinds of things that dirties his figure and form as he felt the world around him crumbling and falling apart like weakly built twig bridge that was on fire. But, one thought remained to be burned alive by the all hungering darkness that enveloped his mind.

Mama. The Cathedral. Skugge.

But, where was the Cathedral? How could he reach such a sanctimonious place that housed the resting place of the one woman he held to the highest standard along the sides of his daughter Athena and his partner Jasper. Could he even show his face off to such a place? Surely, heโ€™d be attacked again, driven off this time instead of persisting to flee somewhere else and truly be left alone for the rest of his life. ๐€๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ž. That word itself struck devastating fear throughout Fjordโ€™s heart and mind. Panic grappled his mentally destroyed mind like a chain grapple, choking him out and furthering his distraught and damaged soul to deeper suffering.

He knew he was running right towards the direction of the Cathedral and without thinking, sharply turned left to start running down a direction away from everything. Lore Castle. Harbor Village. The Cathedral. What was once his home. And everyone else. He sobbed helplessly and weakly, like a child who had just had his favorite toy stolen by a bully in school, too weak to fight back for it, too weak to get it back in any way , and too scared to seek for any kind of assistance or help to retrieve it. He just ran. The fire within him just burned hotter and angrier the further Fjord ran without really knowing the repercussions thatโ€™d come to his disappearance, as the Forgemaster would be hunted after ruthlessly by every living soul that was bound to him.

Searching for him with panic-filled hearts and tear streaked faces as theyโ€™d want to know what happened to the man who once stood so valiantly next to so many others without a fleeting bit of fear clouding his gaze.

Eventually, Fjord was slammed into a nearby tree by some force which caused him to cry out and lean against it, sniffling and sobbing like a child before the force manifested itself with its red furred Scarfox hand pinning his blue head right against the tree. Alter Ego.

The side of Fjord that only came out at times of pure rage and not ONLY of Fjordโ€™s rage either, but it can also surface from its own rage.

"๐…๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ข๐ง๐ ?" Spoke up Alter, his voice filled with vile and venom towards his host, grinding and rubbing his face into the bark of the mighty Pine Tree he was pinned against as his trembling hands grabbed at Alter Egoโ€™s as he tried to pull it off, failing horribly. โ€œLโ€ฆ Let me goโ€ฆโ€ So little energy.

Alter Ego pulled Fjord off and away from the tree before forcing him to the side of the small opening before summing the black, onyx colored blade into his left hand and a purple, cleaver-like blade in his right hand and slinging it onto his shoulder as he glared. Fjord staggered to his feet as he stood before himself, essentially, until his gauntlets were summoned right into his own hands. โ€œ๐ˆโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐›๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐ฆ๐žโ€ฆโ€ Without warning, Alter Ego blinked right up to Fjord and struck at the Scarfox with the flat side of that onyx colored blade which the blue fox barely was able to stop with his gauntlets that felt like two tonne steel balls stuck to his hands, flying to the side and crashing through a tree that fell to the ground with a mighty shake.

Pushing himself off the ground and panting tiredly as he rose onto his feet. โ€œW.. WHY. WHY DO YOU SIDE WITH THE DARKNESSโ€ฆ DO YOU HATE ME AS WELL LIKE THE OTHERS?!โ€ Screamed out the broken male whilst the fire fox glared angrily. โ€œ๐’๐ข๐๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ข๐ญ? ๐˜๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ฏ๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ข๐๐ž๐š, ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐Œ๐„.โ€ Flames coated his blades. โ€œ๐๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐œ๐ค ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฏ๐ž. ๐€ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐„ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ˆ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ/๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐š๐ง ๐ข๐๐ข๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐œ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ .โ€ Slowly, he approached the flinching and backward stepping ice fox as he watched the snowfall around Alter Ego melt with ease and the green grass sway happily at the feeling of warm and snow dew coating its green leaves.

โ€œThโ€ฆ THERE IS NO HOPE FOR ME.. I LOST ๐„๐•๐„๐‘๐˜๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐†. I know I do not want to be seen or needed by anyone anymoreโ€ฆ I am best off vanishing forever.โ€ He stammered and screamed out as pain coursed through his voice like a damaged violin would before falling onto his knees and suddenly having Alter Ego right atop of him and slamming his flaming blades against Fjordโ€™s Gauntlets as he reached out to grab and shakily hold back those two-handed blades the fire fox effortlessly swung about like simple, one-handed swords. โ€œ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐˜๐Ž๐”โ€™๐‹๐‹ ๐†๐ˆ๐•๐„ ๐”๐ ๐๐„๐‚๐€๐”๐’๐„ ๐Ž๐… ๐€๐ ๐€๐’๐’๐”๐Œ๐๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐?โ€ Alter shouted, his voice echoing through the forest and scaring birds away. โ€œI. AM. ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐’๐†๐‘๐€๐‚๐„๐ƒ. THROWN TO THE SIDE AND PERMANENTLY FORGOTTEN BY THE WORLD! WHO WOULD WANT SOMETHING AS BROKEN AS ME ANYMOREโ€ฆ EVEN MAMA--โ€

โ€œ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐Œ๐š๐ฆ๐š ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ, ๐…๐ฃ๐จ๐ซ๐..โ€ The fire fox glared with wild hatred. โ€œEven Mama wouldnโ€™t ever accept me nor want me around anymore once she sees the damaged state Iโ€™ve entered because of this lossโ€ฆ Not Jasper. Not Mama. Not even Athena.โ€ Replied Fjord before his hands were swatted away and speared upon the flaming black blade of Alter Ego as he screamed out loudly in pain. โ€œ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐ƒ๐€๐Œ๐๐„๐ƒ ๐ˆ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐Ž๐“.. ๐–๐€๐’ ๐ˆ๐“ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐–๐‡๐Ž ๐๐‘๐Ž๐Œ๐ˆ๐’๐„๐ƒ ๐“๐Ž ๐‘๐„๐Œ๐€๐ˆ๐ ๐€๐“ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐ˆ๐‹๐•๐„๐‘ ๐…๐Ž๐—โ€™๐’ ๐’๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„? ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐˜๐Ž๐”โ€™๐ƒ ๐ƒ๐€๐Œ๐ ๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐“๐Ž ๐‹๐Ž๐๐„๐‹๐ˆ๐๐„๐’๐’ ๐€๐…๐“๐„๐‘ ๐†๐ˆ๐•๐ˆ๐๐† ๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐€ ๐‹๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“-- ๐€ ๐‹๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“ ๐’๐‡๐„ ๐‡๐€๐’ ๐’๐„๐€๐‘๐‚๐‡๐„๐ƒ ๐…๐Ž๐‘ ๐€๐…๐“๐„๐‘ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐ˆ๐๐† ๐“๐‡๐€๐“ ๐๐€๐’๐“๐€๐‘๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐€๐๐†๐„๐‹ ๐–๐‡๐Ž ๐ˆ ๐–๐ˆ๐’๐‡ ๐ˆ ๐†๐Ž๐“ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‚๐‡๐€๐๐‚๐„ ๐“๐Ž ๐ƒ๐„-๐–๐ˆ๐๐† ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐ƒ๐‘๐€๐† ๐“๐Ž ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐Œ๐€๐๐˜ ๐‹๐€๐˜๐„๐‘๐’ ๐Ž๐… ๐‡๐„๐‹๐‹?!โ€ Screamed Alter Ego. Fjord sobbed hard with pain and felt his crimson blood slowly drool down the upper half of the flaming, black blade before reaching the melting snow and revealing grass as it was slowly covered red.

โ€œI.. ITโ€™D BE BETTER TO NOT GIVE HER THAT HOPE OF HAVING A FUTURE AND WATCHING IT BE DESTROYED THE MOMENT SHE WOKE UP!? I CANโ€™T GO BACK TO MAMA, IF I DID, SHE WOULD NEVER WELCOME ME BACK. SHE WOULD DESERT ME TOO.โ€

The red fox quickly lifted Fjord up and swung his blade to throw the blue fox flying into a tree, slamming into it and sliding down its brown, barked form to slump against the snow. Red coating the brown wood and slowly the snow at his body as he trembled and sobbed. โ€œ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ, ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ, ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ, ๐ญ๐จ ๐Œ๐š๐ฆ๐š. ๐€๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ฏ๐ž ๐๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ฏ๐ž ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซโ€ฆ ๐†๐ž๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฉ.โ€

Fjord just quivered against the ground as he continued to cry.. Cry hopelessly that his life, was over. Over before he got the chance to see the ending to his dream.. A dream with Mama, Jasper, and Athena, he sat there. Bleeding. Crying. And Breaking Down as he watched that beautiful dream of seeing Mamaโ€™s proud smile holding Athena and Ichor whilst Jasper hugged them and Fjord watched with a proud grin.

Slowly, it was being burned and eaten away from his mind by that darkness before Alter Ego snapped him out of it as he stood over Fjordโ€™s form. โ€œ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ญโ€ฆโ€ He felt the pain of that memory being tarnished by this loss and he hated seeing it vanish. He had to fight for its survival. โ€œ๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฉโ€ฆ ๐‘๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐Œ๐š๐ฆ๐š, ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐žโ€ฆโ€ Neither of them wanted to see that memory lost.

Slowly, the red fox vanished in a plume of fire before returning within Fjord as he felt his stomach and saw that the wound Alter Ego felt, vanished, quickly his body was coated in ice before it shattered and cleaned him off whilst he still cried. Fjord would rise to his feet before turning towards the Cathedral and running towards it, his last bit of hope-- That last bit of hope relied all on Mamaโ€ฆ

The Disgrace of an Ex-King dug deep into his existence, but he persisted just enough with the help of his own self to find hope. Hope he thought would never exist because of a dream.. A dream he wanted to see end in some way...

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