The Rise of The New King (Kevben and Doomcookie)
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				Title: <strong>The Rise of The New King (Kevben and Doomcookie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 05:56:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://top-people.starmedia.com/tmp/swotti/cacheZXJPYYBIYW5HT3ROZXJZLU90AGVYCW==/imgEric%20Bana2.jpg)</div><br>Sunlight began to slowly creep its way over the rolling hills of the land always known as Meadowlands, the sun's warm embrace coming down and causing the early morning dew drops to glisten as a tiny amount of the sun dances within each drop. Animals of all shapes and sizes stirred at the first rays of the sun, from simple farm animals to great beasts of burden, and already out on the various fields farmers and ranchers were out to attend to their charges, each with a different tune hummed or softly whispered but each united in their purpose. Birds chirped their morning wake up calls and fluttered around from tree to tree and dived to the ground to get their early breakfast before spending the whole day flying and singing pleasantly for all that hear their sweet songs while children shouts and screams competed to be heard as they rushed to get to school. It had been several years since the terrible invasion that had nearly devastated the nation, and indeed, all of the continent and almost all the signs of the invasion had been eradicated from the land, but the memory remained fresh in all as if it had just ended yesterday.<br><br>However none remembered the nightmare fights as clearly as Prince Michael, who this morning stood out on the balcony of his bedroom as he greeted the morning sun as it began its trek through the sky. The sunlight filtered down to slightly illuminate his form as he stood there without a tunic, his muscular chest being revealed to the cloudless sky as every slight movement, from breathing to a slight shift, saw that the muscles underneath rippled a little, and black trousers that resembled the night sky without its stars. A sadness filled in his eyes as he looked over what was once his fathers land, now his as of 5 days ago. Michael's father had been struggling with an illness that had struck the previous year, and while he protested that he was fine and would kick the thing, none could deny that the old king looked worse and worse as time passed. Michael had been the only one present in his fathers chambers when his life finally passed on to be received by the goddess and he, wracked with sorrow, had broken down right there and let out a wail that could well be heard in the courtyard. Family had stormed in to see what was wrong and found Corvus dead in bed and Michael shaking him as if he was merely in a deep slumber.<br><br>It had been a hard trial since then as Michael attempted to adjust to life without his father, but nearly everything reminded him of the old man that had been around all his life. Sighing and shaking his head, Michael stepped back into his room and sat down on the edge of his bed while something else laid on the other side with its back turned to him. "Today is the day they finally burn my father's body, and I'll finally be the Prince of Meadowland," he said as his hand idly went over that of the figure that slept in his bed and he began to stroke the hair that poked out from underneath the silken covers, "and if you were to bear me a son, then you will be more than a mistress, but that may very well be a lifetime from now." he muttered before standing up and throwing on a sleeveless tunic that matched his trousers and he turned to the figure in his bed. "Get up and dressed. We have work to be done and a festival to plan that is not too far off."
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