Valin stared out at the Boneyard, a smile creeping onto his face, one which had not really belonged to him for his entire life. Not one he had welcomed or hoped for, but one that he had despite that. The smile of Ieona, his grandmother. A voice inside his head, constantly whispering to him... but as of late, he knew that she had been coming closer to the surface. He knew she had been taking over. And he dared not tell his mother, or his father.
They couldn't agree on which Bones were good, and which ones were evil. The idea of their son, the heir to the throne, being posessed, or insane, was unthinkable. There weren't many worse things.
Ieona whispered to him now, "What do you care about them? We are destined to rule, my grandson. You and I. Your father did well, getting so far without me... but he will gain no more ground. He will go no further."
Valin let out a small moan and held his head, "Stop talking... get out... please..."
"No. This is my body too. I didn't get back here to be pushed down by some petty little wolf like you!" She laughed in his head, and he realized he was laughing out loud as well. She was getting closer. Forcing him further and further back. She was taking his body.
