04-19-2018, 05:37 AM
Belgaer
The seas of change were boiling beyond the shore of Ischia. Looking around it was hard to find fault within the land of his birth. Many fond memories flooded his mind as he tried to see past his own bias in search of the truth hidden behind Brennen's words. Images of his siblings chasing him through the tropical forest and all the many other times they spent together filled him with warmth. Growing up he'd never been lonely. Surrounded by siblings, they'd built their own kingdom upon the, otherwise, vacant one they called home. Up until the moment that Brennen had brought the gravity of the situation forward was Belgaer forced to recognize the situation to it's fullest.
He exhaled at allowed the silence around them to settle. His father was asking for the support of his children. Naturally he would, and Belgaer sensed that the stallion understood the difficulty his young son toiled with.
To turn his back on Krone, almost felt as though he was turning his back on his childhood.
He pushed the childish thought from his head, disgusted that he could think such a thing. Krone was only mortal. She was not some Goddess in disguise sent down to them to rule in her benevolence. It seemed only natural that she would make mistakes. Not everyone was fit to lead.
The son turned to his father, "I will stand beside you and fight beside you, should things turn towards that direction," he stated confidently. "But As the dust settles I would wish to serve you as a diplomat."
He touched noses with the bay stallion, resolute in his proclamation. Brennen was not cruel. He would be a just and honorable leader. Belgaer frowned as he withdrew from his father. "What will become of the young prince and princess?"
Kromium and Karat were just that, young. They were unfit to rule and, though, Karat showed a certain proclivity to leadership, hers were the ambitions of a child. No one would rush to stand behind one with as little experience. Still, he did not wish suffering upon them. They deserved better than that and he imagined that this transition would be difficult for them. Especially for the princess.
He exhaled at allowed the silence around them to settle. His father was asking for the support of his children. Naturally he would, and Belgaer sensed that the stallion understood the difficulty his young son toiled with.
To turn his back on Krone, almost felt as though he was turning his back on his childhood.
He pushed the childish thought from his head, disgusted that he could think such a thing. Krone was only mortal. She was not some Goddess in disguise sent down to them to rule in her benevolence. It seemed only natural that she would make mistakes. Not everyone was fit to lead.
The son turned to his father, "I will stand beside you and fight beside you, should things turn towards that direction," he stated confidently. "But As the dust settles I would wish to serve you as a diplomat."
He touched noses with the bay stallion, resolute in his proclamation. Brennen was not cruel. He would be a just and honorable leader. Belgaer frowned as he withdrew from his father. "What will become of the young prince and princess?"
Kromium and Karat were just that, young. They were unfit to rule and, though, Karat showed a certain proclivity to leadership, hers were the ambitions of a child. No one would rush to stand behind one with as little experience. Still, he did not wish suffering upon them. They deserved better than that and he imagined that this transition would be difficult for them. Especially for the princess.
The Prodigal Son
@[Brennen] , I wrote this at 6am. So...yeah...It's not that great...