“My home is gone.”
The words spilled out of Prince David, Whitesword of the Anakethi people. His heart was breaking, and only this woman before him could help.
“Will you help me?”
The woman, silver highlighting deep auburn hair, smiled at David.
“Of course I will. You are my child. And you are the prince. Soon to be king.
“Of course I will help you.”
David nodded, and began to discuss his plans, his dreams.
As the sun rose the next morning David sat at the edge of the cliff, looking over the lands that were his by birth.
Lands that were infested with the enemy.
Janson walked over and spat over the cliff.
“Puking Blackened. We need to get down there, start the revolution.”
David grinned up at his friend.
“Aye. The journey begins, and we change the world!”
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