Castellion regarded him intently before nodding.
"You promise?"
"Yes."
Zion approached the beast and rested his head in its lap.
"Tell me Castellian, why were you there in the first place? In that sacred realm, which is no longer sacred."
The beast laughed.
"I had come to seek help. I was told that the ruler of this kingdom was a Zeog, a beast like me, more fabulous than all the others, and that he helped all those who were able to enter it. Only..."
"The Zeog lost his powers and his kingdom with him. I know that. He was my friend, though even being strong like you, I wasn't Zeog either."
"Maybe." Consented the wounded creature, "but you must have been special enough to become one. So special. Even today."
"I hope so. Now sleep."
Castellian closed his eyes.
"I don't even know your name when I think about it," he said in his diminishing voice.
"You can call me Zion. But when you heal, I'll reveal it in full."
