“I believe you have knowledge to divulge, old friend,” Sharpstar said assertively.

Dogsircore bitterly smirked as he glanced back at the astute leader without any deception burning within. He didn’t want to have this talk, but they do deserve to have the truth even if it shows his dishonor. Disclosures of such weren’t easy for anyone much less a creature like himself. Amazingly he lived the life as a half wolf, half man but vivid memories reflected a life of a man. This is part of his curse, he hated this and at times even hated himself.

“Yes I believe it is time for such a talk,” replied Dogsircore. Then the most solemn, stone-faced knight astounded his companions. Sharpstar stared as if he was witnessing a friend dying he never saw such a look of disdain on someone. They look as if a crime was committed and self-admittance was the offender. Dogsircore at first attempted to open his mouth but it was completely dry. “This is not a time for weakness, damn me, damn me,” thought the warrior feverishly. His courage soon returned, and with luck, he spoke regardless of his dry mouth and sullen heart, “My life is a poignant one. My past is my burden, my people are a blight of dire self-image and gullibility, that even extends to the Past Days of Morf.”

He then took a huge breath of air and wisps of manja` weed as he continued his tale of disclosure.

“The forest of Nephlin’s Sorrow which holds one of the pieces to the talisman is guarded by an unholy being of force and dominance. My companions, I, and my tribe are the descendants of the Knights of the Light Seekers from the olden age of Morf who was betrayed by our leader, Sir Prim of Po. Sir Prim is the Deathstalker.”

From Chapter 4 of Avenging Knights “Rebirth of Lost Honor”