The Forgotten World 2: Slavery of the Wolves
Silverous the Sufferer

King Silverous has grown weaker over time and now he prepares his lament.

“And might I try yet again to be freed from the dungeon. The deep cold darkness that draws me in. It is as though I have fallen into a bottomless pit and I still am falling endlessly. While once I was the king of regal wolves, I am now nothing but a sufferer. Oh why oh why has this been put on me? I am not the hero of my people and I do not get the honor of dying a noble death! I have been stripped of my luxurious silver coat and all my dignity as well. I am punished when I have done no wrong and alone here I shall die. The heir to my throne was killed as well and all the royal blood is gone. My people are without a king and nobody to guide them. My first last wish is selfish, but it is that my spirit may be separated from my body so that I may roam free again. My final last wish is that my people will be set free. And with that, I must now give my final goodbyes... Goodbye my people, goodbye Eugéne, goodbye cruel world... I shall miss you...” Silverous moans.

With a sparkle of light, Silverous’s spirit is released from his body and he slips through the bars as he no longer has bones. Silverous floats silently out of the dungeon and makes a stop at Eugéne’s room.

“Eugéne, please don’t be frightened...” Silverous whispers.

Eugéne, of course, is frightened by the presence of Silverous’s spirit.

“Eugéne, I have died. There is nothing left to worry about. I want you to keep getting stronger and serve your king the best you can,” Silverous says.

“I’m so sorry... I will... I will get stronger. I wan’t to fight for my king,” Eugéne says.

“Good...” Silverous says and turns to leave.

“Goodbye, King Silverous...” Eugéne says.

Silverous nods gently and leaves the room. He next pays a visit to King Rosen.

“Your majesty,” Silverous says.

The king whips around and sees Silverous’s spirit there.

“WHAAAAAAA?!” he cries out.

“I do not blame you. I forgive you,” Silverous says.

He bows to King Rosen.

“Long live the rightful king of Snyvolon!” he cries out.

King Rosen tries his best not to cry, but a single tear slips from his eye.

“You can keep the hairy shawl, by the way. I have no need of it anymore,” Silverous says and turns to leave.

“I am a murderer...” King Rosen whispers.

Silverous leaves Snyvolon Castle and goes to his people.

“Rikard. You lead my people. I remember your bravery when you were merely a pup. We need your strength now...” Silverous says.

Rikard and the other Wolf People bow to their deceased king.

“Do not cry. I have one more errand and then I’m going to heaven,” Silverous says.

Silverous leaves his people behind and goes to the mountains.

“Timber Gold Wolf. You will go through hardships when you are born. You will conquer evil beasts. Your hardest task, however, will be setting our people free. I am sending you this dream you will receive it on the day you are to come. Leave everything behind and save us! Come save us, Timber! You are the Legendary Wolf!” Silverous cries out.

Another sparkle occurs and Silverous’s spirit vanishes from the mountain. He is in heaven now.