Chapter 8 - The Gathering Storm

By morning, news of the vault break-in had shattered the illusion of King Aldric’s absolute control over the realm.
Rumors that the boy had successfully drawn Sunfall from its ancient rest spread to every tavern, garrison, and noble house in the High Realm. By afternoon, Duke Roger of the Northern Provinces officially declared his allegiance to the true prince, refusing to send his troops to aid Aldric.
Three days later, an army of ten thousand northern infantrymen, rogue knights, and common peasants marched upon the capital city of Solas. At the head of the vanguard rode Leo, clad in polished silver plate armor, his ragged beggar's clothes replaced by a royal crimson cloak. Sunfall hung proudly at his side.
The capital city was under siege. Thousands of citizens stood upon the outer walls, watching the massive army assemble on the plains below.
King Aldric stood atop the gatehouse, his eyes wild and bloodshot. Beside him stood five hundred mercenaries of the Iron Sun—ruthless killers hired with the last of the royal treasury.
"Bring out the catapults!" Aldric screamed at his captains. "Burn the northern dogs where they stand! I am the King! I AM THE CROWN!"
Leo rode his white warhorse to the front of his line, stopping just out of bowshot from the main gates. He drew Sunfall, lifting the blazing sword high into the afternoon sky. The blade caught the sunlight, throwing a beacon of brilliant radiance across the stone walls of the city.
"People of Solas!" Leo’s voice echoed across the valley, amplified by the natural acoustics of the surrounding hills. "I did not come to burn my home! I came to free it from the murderer who stole it! Open the gates, and no innocent blood shall be spilled today!"
Inside the city walls, the common soldiers of the guard looked at one another. They looked at the glowing blade, then at the tyrant king screaming hysterically above them.
"If anyone opens that gate, I will execute their families!" Aldric screamed, drawing his dagger and grabbing a young guard captain by the throat.
That was the final straw.
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The young captain grabbed Aldric’s wrist, twisted it, and slammed the king against the stone battlements. "For Prince Caelen!" the captain shouted.
Below, the massive iron winches began to turn. The main gates of Solas swung open.