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Darth Blackthorn
The world thinks I’m dead. That I perished in the same plane crash that took my father’s life.
But I didn’t
I survived. And while I was gone, that bastard Deckard took everything that was supposed to be mine.
My mother always warned me. She told me Deckard was nothing more than a slave–A common servant whore who had seduced my father, tainting our bloodline. She said she poisoned my father’s heart, twisting him, making him see Deckard as his rightful heir instead of me. At first, I didn’t understand. But as the years passed, it became painfully clear.
I watched my father change. I saw the way he looked at Deckard as if he was some kind of savior, some prophesied leader destined to rule the Bloodbane Pack. They called him “Alpha” before he even earned it. They whispered about fate and destiny, spinning their foolish little prophecies as if they were undeniable truths.
It was all bullshit.
I am my father’s son. His blood. His rightful heir. Before Deckard and his wretched mother crawled their way into our lives, I was everything to him. He took me everywhere, flaunted me before the pack, dressed me like the future Alpha I was born “to be. I was his pride. His legacy.
And then, just like that, I was nothing.
I stood there and watched as they called Deckard Alpha instead of me. Watched as they handed him what was supposed to be mine.
Until that damned prophecy came, everything was mine.
I didn’t understand my mother’s anger when Deckard and his servant of a mother were dragged back to the castle. Honestly I was excited–I thought I had gained a younger brother, someone to mold, someone to lead.
But then misfortune claimed his worthless mother, leaving Deckard alone. And instead of fading into obscurity where he belonged, the attention shifted entirely to him–especially my father’s.
They started calling him the Heir–a title that was mine long before he ever showed up. I was left in the dark, confused and infuriated.
He began doing things no one thought possible, feats that should have been beyond him. He’s my younger brother–where did this sudden strength come from? How could someone so insignificant rise so quickly!
It was like he had become some sort of celebrity, parading his newfound power among werewolves older and stronger than him. It sickened me, but it also made me see my mother’s rage in a new light.
One day, I finally voiced my frustrations to her, and she confinined everything with a chilling calm. She told me that she was already working on a way to deal with it–deal with him
And in that moment, I understood the depth of her hatred–the same hatred that now burns within me.
I had no idea what my mother was actually doing to “handle” Deckard, but it didn’t seem like enough–because he only grew stronger, more influential. While she schemed in the shadows, thrived in the spotlight.
When we were teenagers, my father took us on a business trip oss four countries, a two–week tour meant to familiarize in with the family’s empire. My mother pulled me aside before we eft, her voice sharp with urgency. She told me to take charge, to use every opportunity to prove my worth, So I did exactly that
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Everywhere we went, I stepped up. When my father introduced us to powerful allies, I presented myself as a strong son. I walked in his shadow, mirrored his confidence, did everything could to make him see me. I just wanted things to go back to the way they were–back when I was his pride, his chosen son
Then, on our way back to Blackwater, everything changed.
Somewhere mid–flight, the engines failed. There was no warning no time to react–the jer dropped out of the sky like a dying beast. I barely had a moment to process it before everything went black.
When I woke up, I was surrounded by wreckage. The jet was torn apart, pieces scattered and burning in the depths of an uncharted forest. The air reeked of smoke and blood.
I jumped to my feet, my heart pounding as I scanned the wreckage. My father–where was he? I called out, my voice echoing through the desolate forest. But it wasn’t my father who answered.
It was Deckard.
He stumbled toward me, sobbing like the pathetic, weak child he had always been. And for the first time in years, I felt powerful again. I wasn’t in his shadow anymore. He was the helpless one, and I was the strong, protective older brother. I told him everything would be fine, that 1 would take care of him. That I would protect him. And like the fool he was, he believed me
Together, we searched for our father, scouring the wreckage, calling his name, but found nothing. When we returned to what was left of the jet, the flames had nearly died out, leaving behind only twisted metal and ash. That’s when I saw them- two charred bodies inside the wreck.
Deep down, I knew the truth. My father was dead
It was still early in the day, but I knew we couldn’t stay in this place for long. Once night fell, the forest would become a hunting ground–and we would be the prey.
I turned to Deckard. Stay here. I told him I would find a way out, that I would get help.
I knew I would I had always been the smarter one. The stronger one.
And so, I left him behind crying like a fool, begging mme not to go.
The moment I saw my father’s lifeless, burned body, I knew exactly what it meant. He was gone–dead. And that meant a new head of the Blackthorn family had to be chosen. Me.
Deckard was nothing. He was an outsider. He didn’t deserve the le, and I was determined to make sure he never returned to Blackwater.
So I kept walking. I pushed forward through the endless wilderness, convinced I would find my way out. But time stretched and the more I walked, the more I realized–I was going in circles.
Still, 1 refused to give up. I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t going to die outere.
But exhaustion crept in, slow and merciless. My legs ached, my throat burned with thirst, and my mind felt sluggish. I just needed a moment–just one moment to rest.
I found a tree and slumped against it, closing my eyes for what thought would be only a second.
It was a mistake.
A deadly one.
When I woke up, something cold coiled around my shoulder. Meyes snapped open–and I was staring into the glearning.
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soulless eyes of a massive black cobra.
I screamed like a maniac, my voice echoing through the silent forest. The snake recoiled, startled by my outburst, but before I could react, its fangs sank deep into my chin
A sharp, searing pain shot through me, and instinct took over–yanked at the writhing serpent, its cold, scaly body twisting in my grasp. The venom burned, spreading like wildfire from my face down to my veins, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.
I ran
Blind. Reckless. Terrified.
I didn’t know where I was going, didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was getting away. But the venom was quick–it blurred my vision, turned my limbs weak. My legs wobbled beneath me, but I pushed forward, crashing through the dense forest like a wounded beast.
“Then-
My foot caught on something. A root? A rock? I didn’t know.
All I knew was that the ground disappeared beneath me.
I tumbled, rolling down a steep hill, the world spinning in a violent blur. Thorns tore at my skin, stones bruised my body, and then–nothing.
I hit the valley floor with a sickening thud.
And everything went black.
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