From Son to Father

Third person POV

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Letharia had been the last to awaken from her dreamless slumber. She glanced over to find that Ezekiel and Aven had left. She opened the wooden doors with the little strength she had left. She grunted as the doors opened, showing dim skylight. She panted onto the forest floors. She spotted Ezekiel and Aven marking graves in the forest. Ezekiel followed Aven in his wheelchair “So you are Prince Aven?”

Aven glared at him for only a second before he nodded as he took the shovel to bury Xander.

“Go inside, you don’t need to see this.”

Ezekiel glared at Aven “He’s my father! I want to bury him!”

Aven angrily placed the shovel into the ground before he noticed Letharia standing a distance away in front of dinning room doors.

Aven gently wheeled Ezekiel towards Letharia “I need to hurry up and bury the townsfolk, the ones that weren’t engulfed in flames.”

“Are we in a hurry? “, Letharia asked.

“Knowing my father, he would of arranged something bittersweet”, Aven