"Ah, I have waited long, my dear."
King Thordan smiled. "Daughter, you do know what a seer actually is, don't you?"
Beans are boiled, with bean-haulms as fuel,
Erlend pointed at his son. "Now accept my son, my flesh and blood, as the new Lord of Meraholmer! Seasons guide and protect him!"
The elder Thordan looked on proudly while the younger felt a chill go up his spine.
To be filtered, life-sap extracted;
With a snap of the child's claws, the cards turned. A sudden breeze waltzed through the air, shaking leaves from their cosy abodes on the tops of trees.
Somerled gasped. "What just happened?"
Haulms were burnt, lighting up the cauldron,
Erlend scowled. It was exactly like the legends the skalds had sung about the world's end.
Brothers had fought and killed each other, and axes and swords rend shields apart. The world has been swept in a whirlwind, and mercy shall be known as a thing of the past. Thank you, Becker, for all that you have done for the world. Really. Your children would love it.
As the beans within the crucible wailed;
Godred gasped. This vermin knew how to swing a sword. He could even be better than him. "Stop! Why in Hellgates are you attacking me? Why are you doing this?"
The black-furred stoat smirked. "This is what I do. I do not forgive." He swung to the left. "I do not forget!"
"From one root we grew, from one plant we were born,
Duchess Marla smiled sadly as she approached her daughter. "Your father always told me that to love is to lose. One can only postpone the moment of parting."
When she finally hugged Lorelei, she did not resist for once.
Why must we wrathfully burn each other?
The otterking smirked. "Who are you really, Emetselk?"
The 'young' otter almost dropped his teacup. "You know?"
Niels savoured the Conjurer's expression. "You didn't exactly hide it."
Why hound each other into the grave?"
A Realm Reborn: Final Mix
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