Moonlight-Hour

The Kingdom of Aerinore had blossomed immensely in the nineteen years since Queen Faye and King Josiah took the halls. The lands, once dead and withered, had grew into lush fields and forests. Wildlife had seemed to appear from all around, returning to the lands once taken from them to resume their lives. The people of the lands, began to know what Peace truly felt like. People from all over had moved, just to be closer to the Kingdom to witness all the miracles that came with the new rulers. In the beginning of the King and Queen's rule, they had witnessed a vision that spoke of a War with two escapees, was said to take place in fifteen years from that day, however as years ticked by, people's concerns began to dwindle, and once they ticked past the mark, War, seemed like a joke. Who would want t ruin all the riches that came from their current rulers? The land had never been better! As a celebration of all they had accomplished, Queen Faye and King Josiah would hold a Festival

It was night. The fires roared, and Eredin's group had sat down to enjoy a meal. They were all sitting along a long table, scraped and aged; chipped and stained, but, it was something, and the food upon the table was good enough to ignore the shortcomings of the table. There were food, beer, wine.... and relatively high spirits, despite their insufferable loss against Noa. Everyone was talking, laughing, joking... all expect the Pale King, who sat at the head of the table. He ate slowly, taking a sip of wine out of a wine glass, until-- His hands clenched form out of nowhere, shattering the wine glass that sat restfully in his hand. The wine streamed down his gauntlets, pattering on the table. His eyes narrowed, he looked visible shaken: his eyebrows were tensed and his eyes narrowed. "Th-There is... a disturbance..." Eredin spoke in a low voice, seeming to himself. Tasha, who sat to his right, was the first to notice the commotion. "Sire...?" She breathed. "Hey, we don't have many