New life stirred in the kingdom even as death found its shores once again. This time it was not by anyones fault. He had not known the troubles his father had found himself in. Perhaps if he had, his life would had not ended in an inferno of fire. But, he could not blame those who acted to save their own. So when finally the Nerinians had left Tephra soil and his father lay charred at his feet, he gathered the iron from below the earths crust, to move what remained of the lavender stallion.
His iron body moved quickly to secure the remains and his path was to lead him to the base of the volcanic mountain. There he would allow the molten earth consume what little was left. It would be there also that he would call onto his elder siblings. His twin and his brother that he has always wanted to grow close to.
"Karat... Kwartz," His deep voice carries across the kingdom, bidding them to emerge from wherever life has hid them away. The tone of his call is strong but somber. As he waits for their arrival his thoughts go to memories. They had their fair share of ups and downs as any family did. But one thing remained constant, their passion for one another...
@[Kwartz]