Over the dark horizon’s of Tristania, a peculiar breeze shuffled the lands, and set its destiny on a course for change. Change that would go down in the land’s history for centuries to come.
In the dead of night, King Maximillianus sat in the dimly illuminated court to which he could call his own. Under the pyre's light his youthful face remained unembellished while he observed the doorway before him just across the regal halls. Which from above murals depicted his ancestors clashing against Lupus’s foes, each line and curve adorned with the thin lining of gold. This and many of other art works were spread across the walls of the grand halls of Wolf’s palace. Four pillars lined the red silken carpet beneath the steel plastered …show more content…
Where he stood, his robes were engulfed in the soft breezes of Lupus as the night sky glistened over Lumpious. Below however was a much more spectacular sight to the King. It was as if the entire country had been brought to the stifling bulwarks of the fortress. Orange flames moved like liquid across and through the streets below. If he cupped his hand around an ear he could hear the jubilant flutes playing in and around the immense throng. Music was hardly ever played in the streets of Lupus. There he stood staring out into the well and alive city, awe struck of such loyalty that had been shown to him and the Monarchs of Lupus. Never had he felt more proud to be a man of his people. Curiously, he stepped forward and peered over the perilous edge of the carved balcony. A roar of cheers erupted from below and deafened Maximillianus's ears like a thousand drums vibrating throughout a corridor. A conceited smile curved at his lip, it was all his. Power was at his fingertips. That's when he realized the fear that once occupied a chamber inside his heart, had been lifted. I shall rule with an iron grasp, marveled the young King, for you my fallen father and mother for this land is ours and ours
In the dead of night, King Maximillianus sat in the dimly illuminated court to which he could call his own. Under the pyre's light his youthful face remained unembellished while he observed the doorway before him just across the regal halls. Which from above murals depicted his ancestors clashing against Lupus’s foes, each line and curve adorned with the thin lining of gold. This and many of other art works were spread across the walls of the grand halls of Wolf’s palace. Four pillars lined the red silken carpet beneath the steel plastered …show more content…
Where he stood, his robes were engulfed in the soft breezes of Lupus as the night sky glistened over Lumpious. Below however was a much more spectacular sight to the King. It was as if the entire country had been brought to the stifling bulwarks of the fortress. Orange flames moved like liquid across and through the streets below. If he cupped his hand around an ear he could hear the jubilant flutes playing in and around the immense throng. Music was hardly ever played in the streets of Lupus. There he stood staring out into the well and alive city, awe struck of such loyalty that had been shown to him and the Monarchs of Lupus. Never had he felt more proud to be a man of his people. Curiously, he stepped forward and peered over the perilous edge of the carved balcony. A roar of cheers erupted from below and deafened Maximillianus's ears like a thousand drums vibrating throughout a corridor. A conceited smile curved at his lip, it was all his. Power was at his fingertips. That's when he realized the fear that once occupied a chamber inside his heart, had been lifted. I shall rule with an iron grasp, marveled the young King, for you my fallen father and mother for this land is ours and ours