His life as a knight shattered too when he discovered Glen's mangled body, and out of the wreckage came a dark avenger, a madman, a beast who forswore rest and food and indeed all humanity until he found the dastard responsible and broke their bones as surely as they had his brother's.
"What will you do now?" the princess asks as they stare together at Valter's corpse, Cormag waiting, wondering when it will be that the spark of life will restart in his heart now that he's done the deed and slain Glen's murderer.
"Now I rebuild," he says, but even then the words ring hollow against the howling cry for death! death! death!
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[a 2nd one because I have a soft spot for Glen Lives!AU's, and this one came up as I was writing the first]
"Come, Glen, try again," Cormag says patiently, folding his arms as his brother sighs and strives once more to lever himself from the wheeled chair and stand on his own two feet, leaning heavily on two crutches.
Glen makes it two steps forward on shaky legs, then crashes to the ground in a flurry of curses, his face darkening in either frustration or embarrassment—more likely a mixture of both, even though all who see him continually reassure him that his very life is miracle enough, given the fall he took when Valter threw him from the sky.
"That was one more than the last," Cormag says as he reaches down and hoists Glen up, and it's more than enough, he wants to say, to counter his brother's groundless shame; it's something to build upon.
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"What will you do now?" the princess asks as they stare together at Valter's corpse, Cormag waiting, wondering when it will be that the spark of life will restart in his heart now that he's done the deed and slain Glen's murderer.
"Now I rebuild," he says, but even then the words ring hollow against the howling cry for death! death! death!
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[a 2nd one because I have a soft spot for Glen Lives!AU's, and this one came up as I was writing the first]
"Come, Glen, try again," Cormag says patiently, folding his arms as his brother sighs and strives once more to lever himself from the wheeled chair and stand on his own two feet, leaning heavily on two crutches.
Glen makes it two steps forward on shaky legs, then crashes to the ground in a flurry of curses, his face darkening in either frustration or embarrassment—more likely a mixture of both, even though all who see him continually reassure him that his very life is miracle enough, given the fall he took when Valter threw him from the sky.
"That was one more than the last," Cormag says as he reaches down and hoists Glen up, and it's more than enough, he wants to say, to counter his brother's groundless shame; it's something to build upon.