Armin returned to the fountain, and the fountain spoke in sir Armin’s mind, “Correctly answer me this final riddle and prove thy ritue:
I course through channels and boil when I'm hot; I am bringer of life, without me comes rot. What am I?
“Beauty.” Armin answers after a moment of thinking.
The fountain seemed to splash about more merrily as the satisfaction of the ethereal voice echoed softly across the glade.
“You chose wisely.”
A soft breeze gusted through Grove carrying the faint Crescendo of harp music and the soothing smells of home. The light playing off the fountain threw rainbow prisms across every surface, growing in intensity until Armin’s eye watered with the beauty of it.
A surge of energy coursed through every fiber of Armin’s being purging all vice and sin with legendary virtue.
Armin after this day was a changed man. He was no longer insecure. He had confidence in his ideas and decisions, he no longer hesitated when it came to his strategies. He began to believe in himself more. He became a natural leader in time.
As the renown of Zigohar grew, it's political standing amongst the various foreign territories also rose. Before long, Zigohar found itself in dire need of grand accommodations to house the ever increasing flow of visiting foreign dignitaries.
So with a flurry of activity and peasant groaning, the grand reception hall was finally unveiled!
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Sims Medieval: The Kingdom of Zigohar
FanficThe kingdom of Zigohar was without a king and life was a struggle for the people. But one day a prince from another kingdom arrives on boat. He was exiled from his own kingdom when his cousin took over the throne of Pars, after the two had a fair du...