"Why haven't the Mino attacked in almost a year? Why did the Aumens retreat only to come back now? It's been so long yet none of you have any answers?!" A disheveled King Belmont sat on a rock throne, roaring at his attendants.
Members of the elves, Jafari, Pakal and Cavositas clans were in attendance, but they could only shake their heads at the fall of this once bright and young King. Even Head Sicarius, Ava's father, couldn't help but lament the fall of his long-time friend.
King Belmont's once lush violet hair had been graying for years, his wife no longer appeared in public with him since that day, and his newborn, who had already grown into a beautiful young girl, hardly spoke to him.
The weight of banishing his own son destroyed King Belmont. He was certain that he had made the right decision, but the impact rippled outwards fiercer than he was able to control.
