Lionheart [On Hold]

the end of the beginning.

Cordeleon, The Wild Age
Eric's p.o.v.
"Run!"
"I won't leave you!"
The king smiled at his second in command, a weary, accepting smile.
"You never will."

Thus passed Edmund Mori, the greatest king this world had known. Or ever would.
The king was gone, but the enemy wasn't.
The Wolves were closing in. Highly trained. Nigh unbeatable.
But I just watched my father die.
"Eric!"
My father's right hand, Ruth.
Her daughter, Sava.
Ruthless and Savage.
Lionhearts.

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Short first chapter, I know.
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