09-11-2015, 09:49 AM
no matter what they say, I am still the king
The season was changing, and so was the Valley. Once stagnant and still like the muddy pools of water – she was now beginning to flourish. Like the land around us, flowering and growing, the heart of the Valley was beginning to beat and grow again. New faces were arising, tasks were being accomplished, and the handlings of alliances were blooming once again.
How interesting it is, to see a dead thing rise again.
Eight, however, continued to stay in the shadows. He would stay faithful to the Valley, to the land he had recently ruled. But the zest for life no longer rose inside him. He had no heart for setting out on new paths and forging ahead. Why? Who knew – perhaps it was just a time for him to be dormant, to live on just the edges of society. He was the Walayah though, and forever he would protect the Valley and her people.
Today, though, there was not much in the way to protect. Things were quiet – peaceful. The Valley members came and went, visiting the fields, the meadow, and other kingdoms. New recruits came in, diplomats made visits, and steals were done and blocked. How long could this continue for, though? We all know that there is always a calm before the storm.
Today, Eight chose to come around in public (surprise, surprise). His cloak of invisibility was thrown off, and he shed the shadows like snake skin. Today, perhaps, he would meet some of the newer faces of the Valley. Or perhaps even, the old.
How interesting it is, to see a dead thing rise again.
Eight, however, continued to stay in the shadows. He would stay faithful to the Valley, to the land he had recently ruled. But the zest for life no longer rose inside him. He had no heart for setting out on new paths and forging ahead. Why? Who knew – perhaps it was just a time for him to be dormant, to live on just the edges of society. He was the Walayah though, and forever he would protect the Valley and her people.
Today, though, there was not much in the way to protect. Things were quiet – peaceful. The Valley members came and went, visiting the fields, the meadow, and other kingdoms. New recruits came in, diplomats made visits, and steals were done and blocked. How long could this continue for, though? We all know that there is always a calm before the storm.
Today, Eight chose to come around in public (surprise, surprise). His cloak of invisibility was thrown off, and he shed the shadows like snake skin. Today, perhaps, he would meet some of the newer faces of the Valley. Or perhaps even, the old.
∞
and now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in