08-12-2015, 08:05 AM
no matter what they say, I am still the king
It is quiet – as the Valley has been for the last year. Dormant like the sleeping bear through winter. Isn’t that what routinely happens here in Beqanna? At least, with many of the kingdoms. They flourish and flow like the rapid rivers, and then trickle slowly and dry up like the parched skin of a stranded man.
Eight felt Gallows when she entered the Valley – that familiar taste in the air. They are not strangers. Why, in fact, Gallows was queen when Eight first discovered the Valley as but a child. He joined her little orphan army and wrecked havoc upon the world. And now look how he has grown.
The thing about home, is that it never fades away. Librette and Covet both belonged here – they lived, bled, and died for the Valley, and continued to return. She was a mysterious woman, the Valley, and she forever held her grasp tight on those who traversed through. Of course Gallows belonged, the Valley was home.
“Gallows – long time no see, hm?” He appears at the edge of the trees, his skin materializing from the thick summer air, his wings stretching lazily towards the ground. Closer he walks, settling in beside you, his gaze trailing across the open land of the Valley. “What brings you back from the dead?”
Eight felt Gallows when she entered the Valley – that familiar taste in the air. They are not strangers. Why, in fact, Gallows was queen when Eight first discovered the Valley as but a child. He joined her little orphan army and wrecked havoc upon the world. And now look how he has grown.
The thing about home, is that it never fades away. Librette and Covet both belonged here – they lived, bled, and died for the Valley, and continued to return. She was a mysterious woman, the Valley, and she forever held her grasp tight on those who traversed through. Of course Gallows belonged, the Valley was home.
“Gallows – long time no see, hm?” He appears at the edge of the trees, his skin materializing from the thick summer air, his wings stretching lazily towards the ground. Closer he walks, settling in beside you, his gaze trailing across the open land of the Valley. “What brings you back from the dead?”
∞
and now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in