01-09-2016, 01:58 PM
fall on your knees…oh hear the angel voices
He couldn’t accurately describe what the Deserts loyalty meant to him. True, they were small in numbers, but so was the Gates. Mast knew that power came not only from numbers wielded, but from the hearts within. His own heart was fiercely loyal to his kingdom and he knew without a doubt that several of his own members shared the same sentiments. He had been in Beqanna long enough to know the stories of Yael and her lover Vanquish, and what a formidable team they had made on the Deserts throne. The Deserts had once thrived under their care, and certainly no one had been foolish enough to test the limitations of the once-queens magic. And now they were standing behind the Gates and their cause, for it was a cause that would help all of Beqanna. If the Chamber and Valley were not stopped, they would keep plundering their way across the lands until all that was left was ash and ruin.
Morning in the Gates was by far his favorite time of day, and a sunrise in spring was hard to beat. The sun was a fearsome competitor in its battle for the throne of the sky, casting reds and yellows that the moon couldn’t hope to compete with. The eastern sky was aglow, and for just a moment the gray king gazed at it. It wasn’t long though before his view was interrupted somewhat with the silhouette of a winged black horse. A giant horse to be specific. Mast wasn’t afraid though; to the contrary he smiled, already making his way towards where the stallion had landed. He knew the stories of the dragon king of the Deserts. When he arrived to find the stallion tearing at the new spring grass, sending vast amounts of it down the elevator that was a horses throat. “You’ve come at the right time. You’ll be hard pressed to find grasses sweeter any where in Beqanna.” said the gray king with a chuckle. He dipped his own head, quickly snatching up a mouthful and swallowing. “Mast…and you must be Vanquish. Welcome to the Gates.”
M A S T
King of Heavens Gates