SPOILER ALERT!! SPOILER ALERT!!
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“Sascha,” said a strong gruff, yet kindly voice, in the dark mist of the forest, “come hither, and meet with a spirit of the Ring of Vagand.”
The Great White Wolf gasped with horror, fear streaming through her mind rapidly. She did not yet realize that she was dreaming, which made her panic even more. The forest was dark and filled with mist that wrapped itself around and caressed the maple and oak trees. She decided to trust the voice and follow it to its owner. With her wonderfully keen white wolf ears she managed to find the place she was looking for in a matter of fifteen minutes. What she saw was, unknown to her, the Ring of Vagand. There was one man in the center of the circle area and she could not recognize him.
He had dark brown, almost black, hair with a thick goatee along with thin sideburns. He was very tall, probably standing at ''6”5. His eyes were orange and his face was shaped like that of Xanthus de Taske. “Hello and welcome to the Ring of Vagand, Sascha,” the man said with a smile.
“...Xanthus?” the white she-wolf flattened her ears uncertainly. “Where have you taken me? I demand you tell me the way back to Zachery in the forest I was in!”
The man hung his head sorrowfully as memories rushed through his head. “You are in the Heaven, Sascha, where the Ring of Vagand is located,” explained the man. “Hell is below us. And no, I am not Xanthus. I could never be the monster that he is. I am his father, King Richard de Taske. I am ashamed that my son would turn my bloodline into something feared and terrible. Though he has done all of this, I still cannot regret conceiving him.”
This was Xanthus' father? He seemed like such a friendly man, which was the complete opposite of the former traitor king. “Why do you not regret having him?” asked Sascha.
“Because despite what he has done,” said Richard, “I love him. But now is not the time for chat. There are dark matters to discuss.”
Sascha tilted her head with confusion: “Dark matters? You mean The Scourge, right?”
Richard de Taske nodded: “Yes, partly. But I also wish to say that there is a greater darkness than Xanthus in this world, who has joined sides with Xanthus.”
Sascha gulped in worry. A darker force than Xanthus? She couldn't imagine it. She said: “Who could be worse than your son?”
Richard responded: “The Chieftain Tuhota of the Tuhota Kaiken Quest.”
Sascha screeched with terror and lowered her body to the ground, covering her eyes with her arms: “Please! Please don't say that name! You are the father of Xanthus, you must be lying!”