Tyrant’s Rise- Chapter 3

“A one versus one battle would be good to take my mind off the coronation,” Arciro thought. He used Tigerhorn, his carno, while Slav used Parker, his Araneo.

“Heh! This’ll be easy!” Arciro said.

“Don’t get your hopes up.” Slav replied. He whistled, and in two minutes Tigerhorn was completely immobilized in webbing.

“Nice job, Park.” Slav said. Parker actually said something back to him.

“Oh yeah, I can, um, talk to animals.” He blushed, embarrassed.

“That’s pretty cool.” Arciro said. “How bout another battle next week?”

Slav sighed. “No, I’ve got something important to do. Maybe a few weeks from now.”

A few weeks later, Arciro ran up the main road to Slav’s place. The tribe was in awesome condition, and Victor had been a surprisingly good leader.

Victor, who was talking with Slav about something.

“We’re going to invade the Red Obelisk Tribe.”

“You can’t!” Arciro said. “What about the pact?!”

“I’m chief now, stupid. You do what I say.”