Whispers of a Shattered Realm

The Mind Of a Lion

A monarch named Tyberius Lion now faced a kings reckoning if he could overcome it he would once again uphold the status quo of Lion supremacy and once again lengthen the great Pax Liona.The age of Lion Peace.

The constant chatter upon which the Lion Kingdom's foundation was built on slowly rived underneath the skin of Tyberius as if a worm was crawling all over his body this annoyance soon became a sensation that became a shiver and then a burst of madness.

A voice unbecoming of a person of such a statue like Tyberius Lion soon something or someone struggled through his brain and through his mouth:"SILENCE SILENCE SILENCE SILENCE SILENCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

The silence was obsolete as every noble and Lord knew that someone's head would be unfortunately taken from one's own body as this was the result of a Lion's wrath a dark foreboding force came upon them as quickly as a cheetah or a lion.

Unknown to any in that room not even the descendants of Lionel Lion was that the Lions got their unbelievable strength and intellect from the blood of a lion that meant a thirst for blood to keep one's self sane.

So whenever a Lion was born even the divine beings of old watched in bated breath as they rolled the dice to see if a Lion was to be mad or great.

But of course this subject was neither great nor mad.At times he was bloodthirsty and had a great bloodlust and at others he was a tactical genius and an intellectual mind.

So this was not a shock to the people present.
But who would be the subject of the kings wrath would it be Lord Holy or perhaps another such as Lord Falcon or maybe Lord Drago?For everyone involved no one wanted to be on the other end of the stick even to protect one's own many lords in the room prepared to be mentally assaulted

Soon the condemning began.Tyberius called to a bewildered crowd even though they knew what was to come:"BRING ME LORD DRAGO!!!"

Screams echoed throughout the towering halls as everyone knew the king was mad but to do this to his own brother and also his Lord commander of the kings guard.
But this was not the reason for this summoning.

The king announced to no one as even though their bodies were whole their minds were of a different story:"GET ME LORD LANCASTRIANS TONGUE PERHAPS THEN LORD LANCASTRIAN WOULDN'T SPEAK SO LOUDLY TO HIS LORD KING!"

Lord Lancastrians face soon morphed from the proud demeaning almost just almost pitying face into a pitiful weeping face in a little less than half a second as his confident voice turned into a slow and hesitant speech of mercy,"oh ohh...he you your MAJESTY P-P-Plea,"His already feeble control over his mind began to waver

He was swiftly cut short as Harian Drago was upon him it could be seen that Harian was very much enjoying this savouring the wonderful flavour one second at a time until his jet black hair as if the abyss glaring back at you soon sashed from one place to another as he sped toward Lord Lancastrian and with a quick but easy slice of his long staff engraved with black rubies and fiery red embossings.Lord Lancastrian's golden hair soon split in two as I won't elaborate.

Harian Drago spit at the corpse in disgust as he responded calmly to his brother coldly in the audience of angered lords fearing it was them next:"He can keep his tongue,"