The
doom that came from the sky
The skystone lies in
deepest shadow at the heart of the castle that was built around it. The lineage
of the finder are its protectors. It is death, it is mayhem and it waits.
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The first crashing
collision reverberates through the hall. The prince looks at the dust lazily
spiralling through the sunbeams contrasting it with the urgency of the sounds
coming from outside. There is another resounding boom, drinks jump, plates shed
cutlery. The chandeliers swing as more plaster dust rains from the ceiling.
The prince sighs. The
third crash is the loudest yet, joined with a giant smashing tinkle as one of
the windows gives out.
Medder thinks it is
time “Prince Adelbern. It is time to leave,
IF we can get past your brother’s army”
“I will not run.” The prince is stubborn, he
didn’t leave when the army approached, refusing to give up as the siege engines
were built, even though it is plain that the castle will fall.
Somewhere above them
there is a resounding thump and the room
seems to jump sideways as everyone is covered in debris.
“We stay and we ensure
that they don’t take the stone.” The prince repeats, standing and dusting himself
off.
“And just how do you
propose to do that your highness?” Medder says.
“My brother has
surrounded himself with fools. We will use the stone first.”
“The prophecy!” Medder says
“Sebastian was an idiot.”
“They say he was
inspired by the gods.”
“To void his bowels and
drool? No, we will use the stone.” The prince rises decisively and goes and
puts his hands upon the stone.
#
The castle is silent.
The crows feast. It is death, it is mayhem and for now it is sated.
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