• Chapter:1 Part:1




    Jarred stood unnoticed in the thronging the great hall of the palace. He leaned against a marble pillar,blinking with tiredness and confusion. It was midnight. He had been roused from his bed by shouts and bells. He had pulled his clothes on and joined the crowd of noble folk surging toward the hall. "The king is dead," the people where whispering. "The young prince is to be crowend at once." Jarred could hardley take it in. The king of Ashenvale, with his long, plaited beard and his golden robes, had died of a mysterious fever that kept him in bed for several week's. never agian would his deep booming voice be heard in the hallways of the palace.


    (to be continued)


    If you read this it is important to know im continouing in diffrent posts like 1,2 and so fourth.