Advisor's Son

The Tome of Fates has guided me far on my goals.

A mere drop of blood was all that was needed to unshackle me from my servitude to the cursed book. Though such a goal would require a delicate touch.

The winds of magic guided me to the frozen north. Where there sat a nation in mourning of their dying god, believing him to be dead. The tension of the throne room was as potent as the ice magic that almost bound my end.

At the icy grave of Kislev's glorious leader, I found another. One unafraid to pay any price for the bear gods return. Though he thought this Shade's intentions were ill, he would not risk his Motherland's fall.
Though I alone could not bring both Tzarina and the Zealot together.
Heading the cold void's cry, I knew the answer. The Defender of the Bear, the father of Tzarina unrivaled in frost and Leader of the Zealot ever loyal and faithful. Borris would rise from his icy grave and all for a single drop of blood...

A single drop...

If only it just unbound me from the book, but it tore me through the void, through realms no eyes that span mere ages should gaze upon, and when I woke with my head clear I found myself in a different realm. One untouched by Chaos and unknown to its dark gods.

A realm I bore my son into.

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Rick Riordan owns Percy Jackson and all that.
Any art I will use I will credit the artist should I be able to find them.