The snow glowed white on the mountain that night; not a footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation, save a frail, yet brave once-king. The wind was howling, and swirling storms filled his sight, yet he kept it in. (Heaven knows he tried.)
As the frosty, cruel winds of the corrupted peaks mercilessly pushed against Moivert Elbarret as he struggled across the condemning roads of it's twisted, or rather, twisting landscape, the past few months of Moivert's life began to rise above his subconsious and into his thinking psyche as the mountains slowly siphoned away his aura, each moment becoming increasingly clear with every step he took, then fading out of his memory with every time he lifted a worn and tired foot. The events that had led up to such desperate measures were something that Moivert would not dislike forgetting, but he knew all too well that with every lost moment, a small part of what made him who he was was being sifted out of his being. By the end of it, all that would be left of Moivert would be the will to continue into the peaks, which, sadly, was exactly what he had planned. The winds grew more bold, and thusly the defeated king held ever tighter to his precious package. The light of dawn was beginning to soften, and as the footfalls of he who was once king of Thesauria started to fade into the afternoon, all that was left of him to be seen from the dark path's start were the footprints of his bare feet.
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Before Wisdom's Reign
Fiksi PenggemarThis book is from the universe of The Phantom Tollbooth long before the events of Milo's quest, and depicts what might have really happened for the Lands Beyond to come to the state it was in when Milo arrived. The native people of what will be come...
