Spring 511
The pavillion was a shadow of its former self. The children who usually play and cause trouble throughout the building were all gone leaving Kalder and his mother alone without any distraction."Kalder my son please wear your hair in the way i showed you. Your father would be proud to see his son standing tall amongst the rest of the clan." Kalder looked away and lowered his head in shame. "My father has never been proud of me a day in my life. He wasn't even there when i bonded with Tasatir. He resented for what happened to Morwen. The way he looked at me everyday is a constant reminder of what i meant to him." The sun continued to blast rays of heat upon the endless field of grass and all who dwelled within it as the ceremony began. The death of the great Hrunthar the master hunter brought grief to all drykas that day. As his only son Kalder would be the one to take command as head of his family and the pavillion his family resided in. The body of Hrunthar still looked young and full of life and wisdom. Kalder remembered the days in which he would often stare at his windmarks dreaming of days when he too would stalk prey with his father and Morwen. Now his father was dead and he had died hating Kalder for his mistakes as a child. There was still the ceremony to carry out the fall of a great warrior had brought even still more misery among his clan.