Root

Ever since his litter-mate, Legenroot, was chosen as the heir to the throne as a pup, Root swore to try everything he could to bring her down. He wanted to rise as the new heir, even if it meant killing his sister.

One night as he was sneaking into the forest, he came across some rather... odd looking flames. His father, Root of Many Legends, talked about these green flames! Cautiously padding through the flame as his father said he did, he felt a cool tingle across his spine. As soon as he was through the blinding fire, he looked around him. In the center of a stone clearing was a flat rock with engravings on the side of it.

A sweet, yet chilling voice reverberated within the clearing. "Ah.. a young one. Come in, we would love to hear your story, wouldn't we?" Echos of agreement filled the space.

As he took wary steps towards the stone platform, a voice hissed in his ear, "come, sit on the altar." Startled, he jumped back and looked around, only he didn't see anything. Slowly he crept onto the altar. Root sat down and fierce hissing erupted from around him.

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Yes, yes... I see... you want vengeance..." a voice rasped in his ear. Dark tendrils swirled around him. "we can help you get that. Just let us in..."

From then on, dark tendrils and a cold dark air followed Root.

[See Flowershade's lore]