The Saga of Las Aminour

The Scepter of Flames

The West Moon Steppes was blown by through the wind that came through the East. There was nothing, and then there was something. Despite the city being under lockdown, someone from Las Aminour appeared magically. The least most person that you would have thought to have appeared.

President Aaron Firehand appeared outside of the House of Emeralds, looking around as though he had been here many times. He entered the building, he glanced at the Emerald of Emeralds, glanced through the other relics, and then picked up a flaming sword. He swung it around a few times, before putting it back down in its sheath.

He picked up the Citadel of Stone shield, and threw it out the window. He dusted his hands off, then turned back to the rest of the relics. He then turned his attention to a picture that was sitting on the mantelpiece.

The face would have otherwise looked like a blonde woman, but... something was off. It appeared to look like James Bronzeheart's cousin that had died in the declaration for the Citadel. However... there was something strange. The dusty picture was only cover. There was something under it.

Aaron slid the picture off the frame, and his brows furled. He's seen this person somewhere, but he couldn't figure out from where he had seen her. He put it in his trench coat pocket to examine later. Someone would know who she was, she must have been important if she was on the Guru's mantelpiece.

Then the table attracted his attention. He picked up the teacups that were laid on it. They still had some tea in it, and they were cold. The Guru had guests before he died, then. It didn't matter. Then he saw the centerpiece, that was decorated with a decorated clock.

It slowly clicked as it neared a gauntlet that was only a few seconds away: and then it was time. The table made loud clunking noises, and then the centerpiece opened. A platform raised from it, holding a curved scepter. It was the Scepter of Flames, the scepter that meant that the wielder was the true leader of Las Aminour.

Any doubts of his leadership would now be erased. The Scepter was now his; Devin McCown, Sir Parcival, and even Simon Ulcrates could now no longer face him. He was the rightful ruler of Las Aminour: he had found the Scepter of Flames. No one could ever face him again. Right?