I've heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
but you don't really care for music do you?
The uprising of men in the Gates had breathed new life into lungs. He was barely 6 (thanks to the kingdoms immortality) but immediately after the raid, he had felt 100. It had felt like his youth had been robbed, just like the life of his kingdom. But to see all of the willing and able faces and bodies, that had been the tonic he had needed. They weren’t stagnant, nor weak. They would not be the whipping boy of the lands. They were powerful in their own right and a force to be reckoned with. Despite their good nature, they would not lay themselves down to be doormats for whomever wanted to step on them. They could, and would rise from the ashes and be reborn like the phoenix.
His journey to the Deserts is quick- he does not dawdle to take in the sights and the sounds of the lands. His walk has a purpose to it, the kind of walk a man on a mission has. When the land is flat he canters or trots, his Arabian heritage giving him the necessary stamina to do this. The gray king speaks to no one, though most who see his hardened jaw simply step out of his way. He is purely horse for the journey- it would not do to be distracted by the sudden impulses of his inner whitetail. Finally, he feels the heat that touches his face and knows he is getting close. The grass becomes more and more sparse, golden sands taking its place. The king stops, pushing his nose into the hot air and letting forth a soft call. First there were thanks to give out, followed by important discussions.
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