Post by King Nicho Klojhen on Jan 14, 2004 15:59:08 GMT -5
::Having been laid to rest in Gaea's own bed, the boy sleeps deeply and soundly, dreaming only as the image of the mother comes to him::
My child, it has been a while since last we talked. Ye seem troubled.
::The boy falls to his knees before her:: Aye it is my heart that is troubled, Mother. There is unrest in the kingdom, and rebellion.
It will all be decided tonight, my dear child, trust in the earth. I did nae choose ye without cause or reason. The King is the land.
::She touches his brow, and for the rest of the time he sleeps, images come to him. Images from all over the kingdom, some even from outside GoldenMyst's borders. People rallying together and marching towards the castle, to give support to the child king, much loved by the people::
My child, it has been a while since last we talked. Ye seem troubled.
::The boy falls to his knees before her:: Aye it is my heart that is troubled, Mother. There is unrest in the kingdom, and rebellion.
It will all be decided tonight, my dear child, trust in the earth. I did nae choose ye without cause or reason. The King is the land.
::She touches his brow, and for the rest of the time he sleeps, images come to him. Images from all over the kingdom, some even from outside GoldenMyst's borders. People rallying together and marching towards the castle, to give support to the child king, much loved by the people::
