Three godstars hung low in the sky above the plains of Golo Rim the night Janus Clave first entered the world of the living.
Taken individually, the portents spoke of longevity, vitality, and mercy. Taken together, however, they hinted at the bloody chaos that would be the legacy of my lord liege.
Janus Clave was not born a monster. He was a beast forged in the fires of deception, betrayal, loss, and hopelessness. But that night in Golo Rim, Janus was a clean slate upon which no venomous ink had yet been scrawled. He was pink and squawling, fresh from his mother's womb. He could harm no one.
Truth be told, he was not born with the name Janus Clave. As the double suns heralded the coming of dawn, he was given the name Janus Urashai, heir of Urashai. He would retain that name and title until waging war against his parents.
But I should not get so far ahead of myself. Everyone knows that story and its repercussions. Few know - or seem to care - what came before. But it is that tale I mean to tell now.
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