100 words for Chuck’s challenge.
An old crone watched him grow and he grew tall and fine with eyes glowing like his mother’s.
When he learned to walk, his father brought him a gift. A puppy with white fur and blue eyes and told him to name it.
Rubbing her snarled old hands on the crystal, she watched waiting patiently because surely as the warrior learned so was he schooling his son.
He taught him tactics, then taught him how to rule and when the pup grew pretty big, he gave him a gun and told him to shoot.