10-14-2021, 04:28 PM
Savior
It had never occurred to him to take up the helm.
When the throne had been abdicated, he had not considered that he might be the one to take it up.
Not until Casimira had materialized on the horizon, bearing the news that her mother had been killed and that many suspected that Gale was responsible.
Not until he had gone to Isilya to ask where she thought the Tephrans should go from here. And she had insisted that they would need a new ruler. In doing so, she had not been implying that she should take back the throne she had one forfeited but that he should step into the role himself.
He had been crafted to protect Tephra. This had never been any secret. His magic depends on his staying here. His magic had been cobbled together to make him a fierce sentinel. Both he and Saint had been meant to keep a watchful eye over Tephra, to make sure they kept her safe.
(He had failed at this once. He does not think he can stomach the thought of failing again.)
And so, he comes away from his meeting with Isilya, his conversation with Casimira, and he wanders out into the open. His heart beats strong as he surveys his home, his beloved Tephra, and draws in a long breath.
He loves Tephra and each of its inhabitants. He had been built to protect and he will do that.
“Tephrans,” he calls to all of those within earshot, studying their faces as they come. “It has never been a secret that my parents crafted me be Tephra’s protector. I failed to protect us from Gale and for that I’m sorry. But I will not fail again. I will not let her fall into the wrong hands again. I will take up the throne and I promise each and every one of you that I will keep Tephra and each and every one of you safe.”
He seeks out Casimira, holding her gaze hard and fast a moment before he adds, “Casimira will rule alongside me, as she is just as fierce, if not fiercer, than I am."
When the throne had been abdicated, he had not considered that he might be the one to take it up.
Not until Casimira had materialized on the horizon, bearing the news that her mother had been killed and that many suspected that Gale was responsible.
Not until he had gone to Isilya to ask where she thought the Tephrans should go from here. And she had insisted that they would need a new ruler. In doing so, she had not been implying that she should take back the throne she had one forfeited but that he should step into the role himself.
He had been crafted to protect Tephra. This had never been any secret. His magic depends on his staying here. His magic had been cobbled together to make him a fierce sentinel. Both he and Saint had been meant to keep a watchful eye over Tephra, to make sure they kept her safe.
(He had failed at this once. He does not think he can stomach the thought of failing again.)
And so, he comes away from his meeting with Isilya, his conversation with Casimira, and he wanders out into the open. His heart beats strong as he surveys his home, his beloved Tephra, and draws in a long breath.
He loves Tephra and each of its inhabitants. He had been built to protect and he will do that.
“Tephrans,” he calls to all of those within earshot, studying their faces as they come. “It has never been a secret that my parents crafted me be Tephra’s protector. I failed to protect us from Gale and for that I’m sorry. But I will not fail again. I will not let her fall into the wrong hands again. I will take up the throne and I promise each and every one of you that I will keep Tephra and each and every one of you safe.”
He seeks out Casimira, holding her gaze hard and fast a moment before he adds, “Casimira will rule alongside me, as she is just as fierce, if not fiercer, than I am."
YOU REMIND ME WHO I WAS AND WHO I WANT TO BE
YOU REMIND ME THOUGH NOT WHOLE, I’M NOT EMPTY
YOU REMIND ME THOUGH NOT WHOLE, I’M NOT EMPTY