Invite

Just as the arriving Centaur had said those words, I could hear the clacking of hooves. It was muffled, crunching against soil and some small stones.

“Dad?” A young voice called out.

I recognized that voice to be Jonas’s. It was young and far from being mature, yet it carried a weight of experience with it. One he had shared the most of with me in the unbridled wild.

But what struck me shook was whom he called.

He called for his father. But going by the description of his deadbeat father, none of these Centaurs fit the description. Not even remotely.

One, was a leader of the elite warriors I had encountered, while the other was housing powerful Aeter within his body, nowhere near the weak father-figure Jonas had described.