Angels & Kings

A deep crevasse would rip the land into two partial hemispheres, filling in halfway with water and sediment. The water was carried by a current, and was as salty as it was blue. Eyes of amethyst looked upon it with mild curiosity, finding it to be somewhat similar to the land that he called home, save for the overly thick gnarled forested mess that coated each side of the fjord. That same gnarled and twisted menagerie was the very place he intended to descend, and subsequently ascend when his journey was through. The roots upheaving from the dirt and sediment would provide for excellent climbing aides on the way out, and would give an advantage that would keep him from falling on the way in.

Downward he would go, paws and claws gripping relentlessly at the foliage for added support and assurance that he would not fall. It would not do for a King to go tumbling down the hill, especially with no one around to save him. His wife was back in Seracia, safe and sound and healing - he presumed. However, he had chosen not to return, for he needed a day or two away from his home to clear his head. Seracia would be safe without him for a short while, of this he was sure. As he made his way down he noted that the incline was not as steep as he might've imagined from looking in on the fjord, and actually found it to be quite an easy travel. Before too long he had made it to the salty water and stared into it's depths, noting the silvery fish swimming and darting around. "Marvelous!" He exclaimed, to no one in particular but himself and perhaps the fish. Slipping into the watery depths, the King would find himself enjoying the feeling of water all around him once more.

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