From The Ashes
01-21-2014, 05:50 PM
Their numbers had stretched far beyond what one King could ever imagine, his dreams of an army of children and babes becoming a face-on reality that would plead endlessly for his appreciation. He would stand by their usual meeting place, the fallen tree heavy by his side; in the same manner he had the night of the war. Glaciem had proven it?s worth so many times, but things were becoming slow. Plans were light, suspended about the lack of gravity within his skull, tumbling and twirling as he would mull over their prospects. It was time the members were given tasks, for the laziness of some was inexcusable. Coral lips would part to emit the calls of his pre-eminence, demanding the attention and rapid gathering of his people. |
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