It was the edge of night, right before twilight can rise for the start of dawn. All kept silent in the kingdom. Some rose early to start the day, others kept to themselves in their dreams, but all kept quiet. The darkness is near absolute, but that glimmer of light was enough for Adraman to witness all that has help to create. The spires reached high into the sky, nearly touching Heaven. Many roads stretch from here to the farthest coast, and all are welcome to cross. The people played, worked, lived in peace and liberty. And to imagine that it was all grown from a sliver of foresight, and an ocean of determination. He got out of bed early, besides his loved one, Marissa. He takes great care not to disturb the dark but infinitely gentile spirit of hers.
Adraman makes his way to the roof, taking in deep refreshing breaths. He circles around the roof, his castle, his panopticon, let him see into the farthest stretches of the capital. To the north, his courts and libraries, school and churches, museums and many other paragons of society. To the east, the roaming plains have become good farmlands, with markets spawned around nearby. To the south came the redwood forest, the once great home of the elves. Sparsely populated, they try to cling to the ancient ways. At least it makes a good refuge for any elven soul to go and rest. By west came the mountain ridges, where the enemy once stood vigil over. There was much bloodshed over those ridges, now only silence remains. "And the war, all changed so much." Whispered Adraman. He remembered when the darkness took hold of Adonia, disappearing right before chaos struck. But then emerged as what she is now, Marissa the vampire. His abandonment has caused this curse to be afflicted. Oh, what great woe that was. But then fate struck again. And that seem to be a reoccurring thing, fate. Adraman looked up into the Heavens above and started to pace himself back and forth.
"Fortunate, greatly blessed by the Heaven above. Fortunate are those who have kept good names to above. Whoever the earth shakes or the house roils, headstrong in faith shall plow through these temporal things. For every: a single seed of sincerity rises a myriad blessings. Like seeds of the dandelion floating towards the horizon. When the veil of night comes again, bonfires gently roaring vigilance upon the midnight purple.
I have seen this gathering joy from time long past. Look upon King Jesse's children, their stories. Takes the hand of Heaven as their hand. High and great when his children's rule. Long ago had they drank up the last sunlight, yet their spirits live on in my passionate word. And a handful of dust have created a desert.
Arrogance transcends; and transcends the wrath of above. Sleep cannot lull Him, nor tedious months to the timeless, but they are awaken forever. His throne upon the high noon sun. All that is and shall be. And all the past is His. No unjust pride on earth is free form the curse of Heaven.
They straying dreams of the dark may bring the ghosts joy. But as I stand stubborn like an ox, antagonizing, they hope to sleep with fixed eyes, as the blind man walk. But as the drowse, Heavens ire shall be my ire. Ancient wisdom speaks from our own time: Idle hands and moving mouths works most woe. With pride's fairest show.
Oh clear wisdom, force beyond all measure! Oh fate of mortal, working for both good and evil. When the laws are kept, how proudly the world stands! When the laws are broken, what of the city then? Never may the tyrant find rest at my heart. Never be it said that my thoughts are his thoughts."
"Adraman, what are you doing up this early?" said Marissa, groaning slightly. Her white gown was irrefutably iridescent against the black backdrop behind her.
