The sun sets slowly bathing Erinn in the dusky light of twilight. A shop keeper closes closes this doors, waving at the children as they return home. He looks around his beautiful city of Tara and gazes upon the castle. "May Lymilark protect you, our highness." He takes the tilted cross he wears in tribute to the gods and brings it to his lips trembling and kisses it.
In the royal castle the King stalks back within his royal bedroom. His brow is furrowed deep in thought, as if the world was crushing his shoulders. The high ceilings and open architecture feels to small. The walls are closing in on him, the roof beating down his head. His gaze rests upon the source of this worries. The source of his love. His queen, the source of his strength. If he wasn't praying to the gods to guide her safely, he would damn them to the confines of Metus. Damn them for the duty they have entrusted on his Queen. Damn himself for his rash folly all those years ago. Why had it had to come to this?
The queen sleeps in a trance, her attendants looking one, the High Prophet of Aton Cimeni recording her mumblings as she sleeps. His face is grave as he dwells on the signs provided by the Queen. He reads her face, her beauty still radiant throughout her trials. The faint mumblings grow louder, gradually growing in strength, the climax of the dream seeking coming to full force.
Adonnai the prophet signals to an attendant to bring a relaxing mixture as he lights a mana herb incense. He looks over to the King, how old does he look now? This night has aged him beyond his years and they need him for the trials to come. Luminous, the King, notices his concern and staggers towards him. Yes tonight has been as much a trial for the King as it has for the Queen Adonnai thinks as the King rests his once strong hand on his shoulder. Luminous nods to his wife, and Adonnai focuses his attention back to Queen Yanis as the words they had been dreading sound throughout the room.
"The fox though shunned devours the forest, rend his claws through the lion and takes the moon for his own. Darkness glows blue, the light tinged red. She who walks the mana lines, seeks the truth. The relics live again, Macha favors the shadows render who--"
At this the Adonnai releases his breathe unleashing a spell of tranquility. They cannot hear about the shadow render. He who was thought dead. His face bleached white, he hears the collective sigh of air. The entire room had fallen silent. Their eyes slowly peeling from the queen, drifting to the King and the High Prophet. King Luminous shades his eyes, evidently moved beyond words.
"Attend to his Highness, cant you see hes not well! Someone look after the queen I must consult the gods." Adonnai reprimands the servants, but he understands them. Who wouldn't be in a state of awe having witnessed Erinns strongest known mage, the High Prophet of Aton Cimeni, bleach at a threat? The dead of the night swallows him as he walks along the ramparts. The darkness embraces him and he loses himself into it.
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