Fall 1578….
The vast emptiness of the great halls of Seaharrow where haunting the young warriors heart, his new responsibilities and the burden of the lineage of the Boeruinean throne was more than he could handle, but deep inside there was this voice that was urging him to grasp the opportunity and ripe its benefits. The firstborn son of a Taeghian military office he was, taken by his mothers cuddle while he was still young, facing his father humiliation and then the long ago memories of their burning tower were twisting images around his mind playing a game he could not even yet fully understand. Five full months have passed since the events that took part in Stormpoint and since the true heir to the throne of Boeruine fell down by the magic of Lord Khorien. The clash of armies at the gates of the city was astounding, the Avanese army was already laying siege in the city while High General Anders was already on the move at their back and Amalric was giving his battle within the walls of the city to ensure that this bloodshed would end in favor of Boeruine. Everyone was in midst of chaos, the city, the night even the gods must have been conspiring that very evening. There are three people in the Duchy of Boeruine who know what really happened that night, and of them is him, Archduke Edric Boeruine the Young.
The line of Boeruine is strong and it had
already taken its place within the mind and heart of young Edric from
the very first night that Amalric with his dying breath passed his
lineage to him. The streak of red hair, the air of leadership, the
breath of authority and the will to conquer has already started to take
place in the mind of young Edric. A lowly officers firstborn son, the
Archduke of Boeruine in a split second, how ironic. The time to meet his
ancestral enemy was approaching and he felt the lineage within him now,
urging him to face the younger Avanese Prince in a decisive showdown
that will rule the winner of this war game. He knew that the city of
Bindier was no small task but he could feel the energy within him grow
stronger and bigger, gaining a will of it’s on, a will that urged him to
ride to battle in the first morning light.
The vast emptiness of the great halls of Seaharrow where haunting the young warriors heart, his new responsibilities and the burden of the lineage of the Boeruinean throne was more than he could handle, but deep inside there was this voice that was urging him to grasp the opportunity and ripe its benefits. The firstborn son of a Taeghian military office he was, taken by his mothers cuddle while he was still young, facing his father humiliation and then the long ago memories of their burning tower were twisting images around his mind playing a game he could not even yet fully understand. Five full months have passed since the events that took part in Stormpoint and since the true heir to the throne of Boeruine fell down by the magic of Lord Khorien. The clash of armies at the gates of the city was astounding, the Avanese army was already laying siege in the city while High General Anders was already on the move at their back and Amalric was giving his battle within the walls of the city to ensure that this bloodshed would end in favor of Boeruine. Everyone was in midst of chaos, the city, the night even the gods must have been conspiring that very evening. There are three people in the Duchy of Boeruine who know what really happened that night, and of them is him, Archduke Edric Boeruine the Young.
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