Chapter 5 - The Heir Of The Lost Throne

‘From the sky the heir of the lost throne will come

With flames and rage

For revenge, freedom and his place.

In the ashes of his enemies would he bath

And there will be none more powerful, none more great.”

Those lines had been said to people over and over again, and they had believed.

They chanted it to themselves like a mantra.

The heir of the lost throne would come…

He would fight for them, take for them their freedoms with blood and violence. He would make all their sacrifices worth it in the end.

He was their hope.

Once upon a time they stood by the Lost Throne because of their utmost loyalty and allegiance to those who had ruled on it before it was lost, but after a while and a lot of suffering that was melted on them by the White King and his followers, even their strong allegiance and loyalty died, all that was left was now was hope.

But hope was a funny thing; as powerful as it was weak.

As the people from the House of Zoter fought, there seemed to be no hope from the sky