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"Son, remember. Even as a royal, don't be arrogant."
Those words followed Tommy; his father was a skilled redstoner, Ethoslab. The two were hybrids, and their kinds were mythologically royal.
Kitsunes. That was what they were. Kitsunes were divine creatures, royalty in every sense.
"Tommy!" someone yelled. Now, kitsunes they dont take casualties lightly. How dare someone say his name, with no title? But the person who did it. It was Mike; he was an exception. Mike was Tommy's only exception.
When Mike was close enough to Tommy, he bowed,
"My prince."
"My chosen."
A shower came from the sun.