Bellistrad Indorial
When Bellistrad had first confirmed that the soul his spirit had found was indeed Zotar, he had identified him by the strong amount of damage to the souls wrists and forearms in a specific size and shape equivulent to the Fire Tribe's traditional royal bracers. Bell had let Zotar drain some of his own energy and heat so he could regain his strength. Unknown to Bellistrad until after Zotar had freed himself, the now free Firebender's third eye had been awakened during the energy transfer. Bell took advantage of this and spread light from his spirit as he made his way out of the dungeons to lead Zotar to his body.
He had re-entered his physical form and opened his eyes, staring at Zotar with a disappointment so profound it was like he was judging the man's soul. Bellistrad remained sitting and showed his annoyance with Zianro through his eyes, accusing for blatantly lying to him about something so important over an emotion as primal as pride with only a look. The torches around the room were fueled by Bellistrad's emotions and they all became blue in color as they burned through the torches faster than before. Bell got his emotions under control before speaking.
"You have lied to me Zianro, and I can no longer trust your judgement. But I will be taking Zotar as soon as he arrives of his own accord. If you dare try and stop us than we shall truly see who is the greater legend, the Wandering Water Dragon or the Sapphire Lion! But... I understand why you did what you did. I am sorry to say that now is not the time to correct you, for war is close on the horizon if not already on our doorstep."
At that moment Zotar shuffled into the room led there by Bellistad's energy. Bell had not been able to see Zotar's physical body before and only now saw how much Zianro had let him go during captivity. What shocked Bellistrad most was the embrace and tears that he received from his past enemy. The ordeal must have taken a larger toll than Bell first thought. Returning the embrace to Zotar and giving him more energy to settle his nerves, Bell reached for his torn up cloak and wrapped it around the once proud royal prince to hide his weakness and give him at least a shred of dignity.
"It is alright now Zotar. I will keep the cold away from you. Until you are ready." Bell kept an eye on Zianro to judge his reaction and what he would do next, but was interrupted by a strong nauseating feeling coming from the west. He felt death, heat, and the horror war. Something had stirred in the west, and it was more violent than even the bloodshed between the Fire and Water tribes. It was nearing time for Zotar to face his destiny, and there was only one thing between Zotar and that fate. His will to learn.
When Bellistrad had first confirmed that the soul his spirit had found was indeed Zotar, he had identified him by the strong amount of damage to the souls wrists and forearms in a specific size and shape equivulent to the Fire Tribe's traditional royal bracers. Bell had let Zotar drain some of his own energy and heat so he could regain his strength. Unknown to Bellistrad until after Zotar had freed himself, the now free Firebender's third eye had been awakened during the energy transfer. Bell took advantage of this and spread light from his spirit as he made his way out of the dungeons to lead Zotar to his body.
He had re-entered his physical form and opened his eyes, staring at Zotar with a disappointment so profound it was like he was judging the man's soul. Bellistrad remained sitting and showed his annoyance with Zianro through his eyes, accusing for blatantly lying to him about something so important over an emotion as primal as pride with only a look. The torches around the room were fueled by Bellistrad's emotions and they all became blue in color as they burned through the torches faster than before. Bell got his emotions under control before speaking.
"You have lied to me Zianro, and I can no longer trust your judgement. But I will be taking Zotar as soon as he arrives of his own accord. If you dare try and stop us than we shall truly see who is the greater legend, the Wandering Water Dragon or the Sapphire Lion! But... I understand why you did what you did. I am sorry to say that now is not the time to correct you, for war is close on the horizon if not already on our doorstep."
At that moment Zotar shuffled into the room led there by Bellistad's energy. Bell had not been able to see Zotar's physical body before and only now saw how much Zianro had let him go during captivity. What shocked Bellistrad most was the embrace and tears that he received from his past enemy. The ordeal must have taken a larger toll than Bell first thought. Returning the embrace to Zotar and giving him more energy to settle his nerves, Bell reached for his torn up cloak and wrapped it around the once proud royal prince to hide his weakness and give him at least a shred of dignity.
"It is alright now Zotar. I will keep the cold away from you. Until you are ready." Bell kept an eye on Zianro to judge his reaction and what he would do next, but was interrupted by a strong nauseating feeling coming from the west. He felt death, heat, and the horror war. Something had stirred in the west, and it was more violent than even the bloodshed between the Fire and Water tribes. It was nearing time for Zotar to face his destiny, and there was only one thing between Zotar and that fate. His will to learn.