The Choice of Silence.
“You don’t have to do this, Alric,” whispered Elara, his squire, her hand on the hilt of her own small sword. “The order is gone. The king is a shade in his own throne room.”
“I am not my father,” Alric said, and he plunged Sunreaver not into the mirror, but into his own cracked breastplate.
The wind howled across the Shattered Steppe, carrying ash and the distant chime of a broken bell. Sir Alric, the Mighty Knight, stood before the Wailing Gate. His armor, once the polished silver of a dawn sky, was now scarred and dented. A thick, tar-black crack ran down the center of his breastplate—a souvenir from the first Mighty Knight’s final battle.
When the light faded, the mirror was gone. The bone-trees crumbled to harmless dust. The Lich-Queen’s scream echoed once, then vanished.
The Choice of Silence.
“You don’t have to do this, Alric,” whispered Elara, his squire, her hand on the hilt of her own small sword. “The order is gone. The king is a shade in his own throne room.” mighty knight 2
“I am not my father,” Alric said, and he plunged Sunreaver not into the mirror, but into his own cracked breastplate. The Choice of Silence
The wind howled across the Shattered Steppe, carrying ash and the distant chime of a broken bell. Sir Alric, the Mighty Knight, stood before the Wailing Gate. His armor, once the polished silver of a dawn sky, was now scarred and dented. A thick, tar-black crack ran down the center of his breastplate—a souvenir from the first Mighty Knight’s final battle. The king is a shade in his own throne room
When the light faded, the mirror was gone. The bone-trees crumbled to harmless dust. The Lich-Queen’s scream echoed once, then vanished.