Donovan
Hefina said she and her scouts found Emrys wandering alone in the outskirts of town. They brought him in, and I could tell he had lost his memories. He had lost… something important.
After seeing the boy, I knew I needed to protect–no–help him.
I was born in Kreechur's laboratory to the words of, "He's perfect." But I guess it's true what they say: nothing's perfect in this world.
No matter how hard Hefina and I tried, we just couldn't have a child. It wasn't her fault at all. It was mine and mine alone.
I turned my grief and sadness into rage and fought back against the Demons–angry at them for creating me, for creating us.
Initially, I fought alone until, surprisingly, Hefina rallied the other Beastmen with promises of freedom that their primal instincts could only dream about.
All of the killing never quelled my anger, only turning it into depression.
Whether it was the human side of me or the beast side, something inside of me wanted an heir. And Emrys was the chance I had always wanted.
Even though Hefina and I have grown apart recently, I hope that with Emrys in our lives, we can be a real family.
**
Watching the boy train, I can tell that there's something off about him. There's something cruel and dark lying within him.
Even around me, his father, he is always on his guard, always having that cold glare set on anyone who dares to look back.
That look is something nobody should have–much less a boy of his age. Something must have happened to him to turn him into this… monster.
But that's my job, the job of a father, to make sure my son stays on the right track in his life, even if he started off on the wrong path.
**
Tonight we're setting foot on Demon territory to fully begin the war for our freedom. And today I want to tell Emrys everything he needs to hear, and to spend time with him before we might not see each other again.
I need to tell him that he can rely on me as his father, and I know something's troubling him. Something big.
Today I'll give him his first break from training, even though he never wants it, and I'll be a father to my son. As normal as my instincts believe a father and son should be.
To be honest, I'm nervous. I don't want to say the wrong words to him and widen the gap between us.
I just hope it all goes well.