His home, his world, his people--everything he knew and scarified all he had for--fallen to the Voice.
He could hardly fathom it. Morgan, bringing destruction and danger to her people -- the people she had sworn to protect. She was a liar. A vile and evil and corrupt fool. The hunter's mind spiraled with all of it, white hot tears threatening to spill forth from behind his closed eyelids. He took in another shaky breath.
I was chased down by two, I think. I could only see one after it shifted into a massive dragon. It shot lightning, burning me and blinding me. I think there were two, though, because I had some sort of projectile weapon thrown at me -- something a dragon could not do. They must have a cloak like you do, because even shifted I couldn't see them. I ran for the Climb. The dragon tried to catch me, but between a polar bear I called to help me and my own abilities it could not. I outran it. I couldn't fight a dragon, Deimos. I couldn't fight anyone -- they would have slaughtered our people. They would have burned Halo to the ground if I had tried to fight them. I--
He stopped, voice choked by the lump in his throat and the rage boiling within him.
