Chapter 1: Guilt
He knew that they would hate him. The woman who introduced herself as Kalin looked at him as though he were salvation for her people when Logan shook her hand and said the words,
"I promise."
It made him feel sick when he knew that he would not be able to fulfill that promise after the blind-seer told him of the Darkness that would soon siege Albion, his Albion.
The blood of all of his subjects would be on his hands. The king could not, no would not let that happen. So he decided a few sacrifices had to be made.
It was either his people, or the Aurorans who lived in far off lands out of his rule. But that still didn't stop the guilt that started to gnaw away at Logan like a belvarine.
Great Avo he wished there was a way he could help the Aurorans, but the Royal Treasury's gold was already slim and he could not afford to lose a coin if he wished to even have a hope of saving his kingdom. The crown grows heavier and heavier on his head as the days until the attack grow fewer. Logan could only imagine what was happening to the poor desert people he left for dead. But if a few had to suffer it was for the needs of many.
A/N: I'm going to try to do little one-shots at least once a week. Reviews would be VERY much appreciated!