“So, what should we do now, Nahaeda?” Zakkon asked. “I didn’t expect Josias to fall into the portal with Naehus.”
The giant moaned and looked at his father’s lifeless body. “We mourn our losses first.” He let out another low rumble and then a long, soulful roar.
“I do not blame you if you want to destroy us,” Zakkon whispered. “We never know if this might happen again.”
“Hmm. Natisiens need Inersiens. We destroy you, we will destroy us.” The giant put his hand on Zakkon’s upper back. “While many of us are angry, we know many Inersiens who are good. But we do need assurance.”
“How?” Zakkon continued looking at his feet. “Could we prevent this from happening again?”
“We must come to an agreement,” Nahaeda said. “After I bury my father. After my people recognize me as leader, and after your people recognize you as leader.”
“I’m so young! I don’t have any guidance,” Zakkon cried, staring at the empty horizon where the portal used to be. “My father isn’t here to help.”
“Hmm,” the giant grunted with a stiff nod. “Yes, we are both on our own.”
