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But when his heart was lifted up, and his mind hardened in pride...
Quilyan
...he was deposed from his kingly throne, and they took his glory from him.
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He had been traveling for a long time. For the most part, his brother had accompanied him, but every now and then, they would go their separate ways, Quilyan to seduce some wench and Erigor to... wherever Erigor kept himself. But they always found one another, as they agreed upon a general direction, and a few days, a week later, they would reunite and continue on their merry way. They had separated three days prior. Today, Quilyan entered the land of Helovia through wide, open fields, dotted here and there with trees of some unknown kind - he didn't know or particularly care about their species or genus or whatever it was called - and streaked with the cool blue of streams, running here and there and everywhere. It was a peaceful setting, serene. It was boring. A sigh huffed from his nostrils, coloring the chilly air in front of his nose white with moisture. It wasn't freezing anymore, as it was almost Birdsong; but it was still cold, this early in the morning. But it was a bearable cold, not the frigid hell that had covered the mountains that he had descended yesterday. It was almost pleasant, in fact. The sun was shining, the grass was - well, would be green, come Birdsong, and the creeks were beautiful. All he needed was a few good mares to flirt with and perhaps a bit of company, and he would be content. All of this he had in abundance back home. Ah, how he missed the palace of Th'orqui. They had never been lacking in luxury there, and now here he was, a nobody in a new land, alone. He missed his friends, his mares, and most of all, his family. Of his 6 siblings, he knew of only Erigor that had escaped alive, and he hadn't a clue where his parents were, either. They had never been particularly close, it was true, but he had been in line for the throne, and he was furious that he would not have his chance to rule. Under his reign, the realm would not have fallen... |
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