Clearing his throat gently, Farzin inclined his head towards the wolf on the rock. "My Cyrus. A word, if you please." Away from the attention of the crowd, he only opened his mouth once the two of them had a moment alone. When Farzin spoke again, it was as the wolf who had once helped raise the boy like a son.

"...Nin," he said gravely. "I don't have the authority to stop you, and I don't think you would be dissuaded even if I did. You know what's at stake here; I don't need to tell you that your life could be in danger." Farzin closed his eyes- they felt hot and damp- and for a moment he turned away so that the Cyrus wouldn't see his pained expression. What if you never come home and history repeats itself? Anshar's Silence, that's what they'll call it next time, and Elam will have died for NOTHING.

But he did not say any of those things.

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The Winter War: Chapter One

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