He stirred. As the bleary mess of his vision cleared he saw the three fragments of the moon, Calypso. He felt the earth under him. He reached up and felt his shoulder length hair and beard cakes in dirt and blood. One eye was thankfully crusted shut with blood and not gone. He was sore, he realized as he tried to sit up. He lay back down. His last memories were the fight that ensued after Altan's knights had found them. He remembered the silver sword biting into his gut, his blood gushing onto the dirt. 'Must have passed out from blood loss,' he thought to himself. He held his hand over his stomach and let do one magic flow out and close the wound. His magic had changed since he fled his old life. What was once silver threads of light were now azure tendrils of oceans. He could almost smell the salt water. 

As Seth pulled himself up from the ground he saw the mess of bodies from battle. He saw Krenor, and stumbled over. 

"Shit, shit shit" he breathed as he got closer and saw his closest friend's head lay close by. He had had most emotions bred out of him during his up-bringing in The True Children of Bahamut. He felt different now. A pang of something. His chest tightened. He pulled the now headless body of Krenor into his lap and sat there for some time cursing the Gods that cursed his world. 

********

Seth sat at the bar in the large tavern. He'd arrived at the makeshift town of Crossroads the day before to look for work. So far nothing, but that wouldn't last long. The Crossroads, as it was called by traders, was the central point of travel between all five kingdoms. If there was easy mercenary work it was here, and he might even get to his destination, he though caustically.

There was noise from a large table near the middle of the room. Seth glanced over. A large silver Dragonborn slapped the young woman who was serving them on the backside, and she had spun around and slapped him in the face, much to his chagrin. He roared and grabbed her by the throat. She struggled, he laughed. An older man came running over and offered a round of drinks on the house and hustled the girl away. 

Seth sipped his ale. The cool liquid now bitter in his mouth. 'Arrogant tyrant,' he thought to himself as he continued to watch the Dragonborn lord over the table obnoxiously. Throwing around coin like it was nothing.

For a moment he wondered if he was related to Altan. He fit the bill except where this lizard was loud and boisterous, Altan was stoic and reserved. He didn't have to be loud to command respect and authority 

Seth sat for some time wondering if he should get a room or leave and sleep out in the countryside. He eventually settled on a room. A  warm bath and a bed would be nice, and he didn't know the next time he would get either.

******

He laid in the bed for what seemed like hours. He could still hear that damned Silver Dragonborn. 

Seth sat up and crawled out of bed. He strapped his longsword to his side before leaving the room. The crest of The Children emblazoned on the pommel glinted from the moonlight coming through the window. 'One day I'll get a new one.' He closed the door behind him and walked outside. The summer air was still warm from the two small suns Alteaross circled. The hustle and bustle had quieted down in the Crossroads.

He walked for some time before turning back towards his bed. His mind cleared and with the hope of the Dragonborn drunkenly passed out or gone by now he started making his was towards the now inviting bed. 

He didn't make it far however. He heard the drunken laugh that had fueled him out into a midnight walk. He saw the moons light glint off of a silver scalp. 

"What's this? You're the little man who stared at me all night."

He looked up at the Dragonborn who was a head taller than he was. Seth was not small by any means. He was average height, but years of combat training had made him stronger than most other humans. They're eyes met. Seth knew the look of bloodlust when he saw it 

The Dragonborn's arms shot forward and grabbed Seth by the shoulders and lifted him off the ground. "I don't like people watching me." Seth could smell the ale and whiskey on his breath. 

Seth went blind with rage. Flashes of Krenor, his ignorance of what Altan and The Children were, the screams of infants burning alive and their mother's screams of anguish that had ultimately led to him seeing the truth. The voice of Altan " Seth, you will be my right hand, my General of my children." All he could see was Altan I'm front of him.

The Dragonborn had grabbed him high on the arms. Seth reached up and grabbed the silver face in front of him. "Feel my Agony." Tendrils of black coursed through the silver scaled flesh of the Dragonborn as he screamed and clawed at his own face, dropping Seth in the process. Seth drew his sword and swung. The head and hands went flying as the blade cut through the metallic spine of the large dragon born. The body stumbled for a moment as the neck shot iridescent blood into the air. 

The body dropped in a heap. 

Seth's blade was dented. 

He reached down and grabbed the small satchel of coin hanging from the belt. He pushed the body to the side of the grass lane, and hurried back to his room. 

******

The next day Seth was woken by shouting about a body. He got up and packed then left heading North. 

As he walked he had a moment of realization. He would no longer wander Alteaross eeking out an existence as a mercenary. He would seek payback. His Oath broken long ago. He would kill the Platinum Son of Bahamut and all of his so called children. 

******

The ocean stirred. A Godly gaze fixed upon Seth. She could use him. He could champion her cause if she played this right. 

End.