Grendel Kirk
Gren ceased his looting of the body to grab at the gem, inspecting it closely. His gaze hardened as familiar feelings assailed his mind. Grief. Despair. Hopelessness. As the vision ended, Gren spoke softly.
"It's not as if it matters now." His voice trembled slightly, and he pocketed the gem. Grendel brushed a few fingers against Lanari's cold cheek, before standing up abruptly.
"What now?" His tone had grown serious.
"And whatever we do, we can't just leave these other eggs here..."For the first time in his life, Grendel was incredibly grateful to lack any form of family or close friends. Leaving would be easy for him. He had nothing to go back to. But what of the others? Alphonse, Gale, and Demund all had some form of family back in Mashal.
"Guys. Going back would be a foolish path to take. Every second we spend near Mashal puts everyone there in danger. Your families would be safer if they knew nothing of your departure. Imagine what would happen if the Empire came here questioning and thought that they knew anything about the eggs!" He looked around the room uneasily.
And what if someone discovered my mother? "We... we need to go." He picked up his dragon once more, holding it close. A foreign yet welcoming presence began to enter his mind.
"I am Onam." Gren looked down at the creature in his arms, and it looked back at him intelligently.
"Hello."
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