The Whitestone Legend

Cold. That was all he felt. He couldn't remember what warmth felt like after plunging into that icy river, the very choice he made when he escaped the place he once called home. The days he spent there all seemed like a dream that he could never dream up again. His family, friends, the people he knew would be long gone by now. Thrown into the depths of the dark god that waited in the underworld. What was life without his brother or the friend he loved after they took them away? Wouldn't it be better to die?

"So you're the brat's child, eh?" A raspy voice sliced through the silence that beheld him. "Open your eyes boy, and look at me. Your father's patron!"