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.
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.