It was a cold, windy morning. The sky was grim, the clouds threatening to open up and pour down on unfortunate folk with a fury. However, this didn't deter Atlas Greyback from taking his morning run. It was routine. The golden leaves flew around him, circling close like a jacket, then they scattered, dancing away in the wind. Atlas watched the leaves, then the trees, always at awe at their beauty as they bend and swayed to the sound of nature's music. Being outside gave Atlas peace. Being among nature made him feel free, a freedom he didn't truly have. When he was younger, and had no choice but to live with his father, Atlas would run and hide in the pastures surrounding the Greyback Manor. To lick his wounds, you could say. Now, for the most part, Atlas shared a home with his two brothers, Kratos and Rad. It was one of many "safe" houses that they had. If disaster struck, they would high tail it to one of three safety zones and stay until the worst was over, or call for help...Kratos and Atlas rarely called for help.
His father was the reason he had sought out the secluded Manor, nestled between two valleys, completely hidden. The pain of his latest beating or "lesson" as he liked to call it was lingering like the plague. No matter how hard Atlas ran, or rested, the pain was always there. A dull ache at the back of his mind, constantly pestering. To be honest, Atlas was chafing under the control of his father. It was a favorite past time of Kratos, Ismene and Atlas' to talk about getting rid of their father, and, frankly, that time was coming quick. Fenrir's temper was getting worse, and it was only a matter of time before Fenrir killed one of them. It was more likely to be Rad, or Xeres, and although Atlas loved both of his brothers, Atlas did not want Rad to be hurt, he could hardly bare the thought of it.
Atlas rounded a turn when he was suddenly hit in the face with his owl, turn coat. Falling to the ground with a grunt of pain, and one hand holding his injured eye, Atlas swore at the owl who merely hooted in response. After standing and grabbing the note from the harmful owl, Atlas tore it open and promptly began to run home as if the devil was on its way. The note was simple and to the point, but sent chills of dread arcing down Atlas's spine. It read:
"Atlas. Rad showed up at Hunters Hallow. It's worse than ever before. I cannot care for him, so he's your problem. Get him to talk or else. - Kratos. P.s. It's time to take out the old man."
Atlas ran up the steps to his home and began frantically searching through every room in his home. Rad came to him when Atlas was only eleven, and even though Atlas was younger, he was always Rad's protector. Rad was weak and submissive, not born to be a fighter. Only Atlas was allowed to cause Rad pain. "Rad! Rad answer me right now! Where are you and what happened? RADOSLAV! ANSWER ME NOW!"
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