Ascending to the Throne
Apr 30, 2013 19:34:52 GMT -5
Post by Brenton on Apr 30, 2013 19:34:52 GMT -5
Brenton glanced out at the crowds of elves as he walked through them and wished he were still at the training base. He had gotten the messenger that told him Islanzadi was captured while he had been heading to meet with Nandon and had immediately taken to the edge of Du Weldenvarden just to find she was gone. His mother was gone and all he had been able to do was watch as the last of the Empire men sauntered off with arrows in their armor.
The elves were watching and Brenton forced himself to keep his head high while walking to the throne and turning around. He straightened his shoulders and stared out at his people while adopting a look of regal grace. Brenton felt the tears well up within but he kept them held within.
The elves were watching and Brenton forced himself to keep his head high while walking to the throne and turning around. He straightened his shoulders and stared out at his people while adopting a look of regal grace. Brenton felt the tears well up within but he kept them held within.
