Lanson Gate and the Steeds of Helios, Prologue

Prologue: The Fallen
They didn’t find his body until the debris had been cleared away.

He had been lying underneath a large pile of black stone, his body hidden deliberately as if the forces of nature had been trying to preserve him. His friends picked him up carefully and walked him to the table in the center of the Underworld. No one spoke, not even the Gods.

His father walked up to his son’s immobile form, and swept a hand through his hair as tears flowed down his face. The boy’s eyes were closed as if he were sleeping. His clothes were still mostly intact, but showed obvious signs from the battle. But it was the black veins that showed all over his skin and the pure black eyes that revealed he was gone forever…

“Someone fetch me a shroud,” Kratos croaked. “A shroud for my son Lanson Gate.”

Previous: None.

Next: Lanson Gate and the Steeds of Helios, Chapter 1