The Unnamed Saga: The Four Thrones, Chapter Nineteen: "Nation's Fall, part 1"

Chapter Nineteen: Nation’s Fall, part one

 

Open to Mary walking Silverthrone’s eastern garden.  She wears a thin nightgown that clings tightly to her figure but doesn’t seem to notice the cold.  Moonlight illuminates the area.  The flowerbeds are barren in the winter.  Snow is on the ground.  She walks barefoot, leaving footprints in her wake.

Mary stops and pulls her bandages off.

Mary: "Damned things!  Why must you itch so?"

Mary drops the bandages on the ground.  They are clean of blood.

Mary: "Much better, and now I can breathe, as well."

Show Mary standing in the moonlight.

The moonlight fades, replaced by clouds.

Mary looks up toward the sky.

Mary: "Even more snow. It shall be a long, cold winter, indeed."

 

Show the arc of a flaming arrow in the sky from Mary’s perspective.

Show a magical flare shoot up after it.

Show another series of magical flares.

Show a sea of green light fill the air.

 

A flaming arrow shoots up into the sky.

It reaches apex and drops down.

Magical flares shoot up shortly after.

A sea of green light fills the distance.

Mary: "I—How did I not...?"

Mary takes off toward the front gate.

 

-The Four Thrones-

 

Cut to Silvara by night, the streets lit by the magical green light of the airship.  Its monstrous shadow fills the alleyways.  Citizens have come out to stare up at the airship’s underside.  Some cover their eyes.  Others stare in wide-eyed fright.

Show one Silvaran Citizen leave his house, his breath curling in steam, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Silvaran Citizen1: "What in the world is all this light about?"

The man’s face faults as he stares up at the sky.

Silvaran Citizen1: "...By the gods!"

 

Citizens rush by him.

Show the airship sailing smoothly through the air, creaking as it passes, a trail of green light encircling it and trailing just after.

Show the airship from the side, platforms extending from the sides. Robed men and women stand at the platform edges, tethered by straps, each holding a wand or a staff.  Their robes flap in the wind.

Focus on one female mage whose hair blows in the wind as she draws a rune in the air in indigo light.

The rune spreads and erupts into a flash of indigo sparks.  Others around her bring their own spells to life.

Zoom out to show an arch of purple lightning striking one of the Silvaran buildings.  The building’s roof explodes into an indigo flame.

Show Silvaran Citizen1 watching the building burn, the flame fading from purple to black and white.

An orange flash of light consumes him and incinerates him instantly.

 

-The Four Thrones-

 

Cut to the airship from below, a tongue of dark green flame jumping from one of the platforms.  A rainbow array of lightning cuts through the air.  Rays of various colors light the city.

Show Silvara burning as the airship glides overhead, green light spilling from its wake, various forms of colorful magic filling the night.

 

-The Four Thrones-

 

Cut to Kratos watching the sky in horror, his face lit green by magic.  Fionan soldier sprint by him in an endless stream.

The Emissary stops at his side, now dressed in black armor and holding both a sword and shield.

The Emissary smiles as he joins Kratos in staring up at the sky.

Emissary: "Marvelous, isn't it?  It was your brother's design.  He commissioned it from the Academy."

 

Kratos: "What have I done?"

 

The Emissary clasps Kratos’ shoulder

Emissary: "What is necessary.  Now, my prince, you must steel your heart.  We have traitors to find."

 

Kratos stares a moment longer.

Kratos: "We do."

Together they join the soldiers storming the castle.

 

-The Four Thrones-

 

Cut to Mary approaching the gate, the airship’s shadow obscuring the moonlight around her.  Flashes of magic color the ground.  There is an omnipresent green glow.

Mary is passing a gazebo when Fionan soldiers notice her.

Mary stops at the gazebo with the soldiers surrounding her.

 

Fionan Soldier1: "Looks like we've got one!"

 

Fionan Soldier2: "A pretty one at that.  Let's give her a chance to surrender before we gut her."

 

Fionan Soldier1: "Surrender?  Planning to find a wife among these lazy Silvaran heifers?  Ha! You always were..."

 

Mary grabs Soldier1 with red, translucent magical hand.

Mary hurls Soldier1 into a group of soldiers as Soldier2 shouts.

Mary pins Soldier2 to the nearby wall with a band of red magic.

Mary approaches the suspended soldier with her left arm up, the runes upon her left arm glowing red with magic.

Mary: "I have many questions, and I advise you to answer each one honestly.  Firstly, what is happening here?  Secondly, what is that damned monstrosity what is sailing across the sky."

 

Fionan Soldier2: "I-It's a raid."

 

Mary: "That much I can see.  Upon whose orders was this raid carried out?"

 

Fionan Soldier2: "The King."

 

Mary: "A king has been crowned? ...No, Metis has simply seized control in Kratos' absence, hasn't he?"

 

Fionan Soldier2: "Um."

 

Mary points to the airship with her right hand.

Mary: "And I'd say there is no hazard in assuming that thing is a product of his schemes as well, hmm?"

 

Fionan Soldier2, pinned to the wall which has fractured under the force of her magic, looks past her.

Mary, left arm still up and glowing, looks back to find a group of soldiers approaching.

Mary snaps a finger and a flare of red flame engulfs the approaching soldiers.

Mary: "Now then, my question, if you would."

 

Fionan Soldier2: "Yes, I remember hearing that the king had a hand in its design."

 

Mary drops Solder2 to the ground.

Mary makes his sword shatter in a flash of red light.

Mary: "You seem a nice young man.  So, go.  Now.  Before I decide to make you a nice young corpse."

 

Fionan Soldier2: "Y-Yes, ma'am!"

 

Soldier2 runs off.

Mary looks back at the scattered corpses of the soldiers who had flanked her.

Mary: "Ground forces should be short work."

 

She looks up at the airship.

Show soldiers sliding down ropes from the airship and landing on the ground.

Show the soldiers on the ground, drawing blades and storming the village.

Mary sighs.

Mary: "Or mayhap not."

 

-The Four Thrones-

 

Cut to the Silverthrone entrance hall.  Show the large double doors blown inward, still burning with magical cinders.  The windows have blown in.  A halo of black scorch marks fan out across the tiles.  Dead bodies surround the doorway.

Show a Fionan soldier slit a Silvaran’ maids throat.

Show a group of 3 Fionan soldiers surrounding a doorway.  The one at the center has a bow ready.  The two flanking have their blades drawn.

The bowman nods.

The Fionan soldier on the right kicks the door in.

The 3 Fionan soldiers enter the room as Zara sits up.

Zara screams while falling from the bed.

Zara crawls toward the nearby wall while the 3 Fionan soldiers surround her.

 

Fionan Soldier3: "Seems we've found the king slayer. Go get the commander!"

Show the soldiers from Zara's view.  The 2 soldiers with blades advance on her.

The bowman takes an arrow to the throat and collapses.  She fires wide over Zara’s head.

Fionan Soldier3: "Hey, did you hear me?"

Fionan Soldier3 turns to find Dawn storming the room.

Fionan Soldier3 takes an arrow to the eye while Fionan Soldier4 turns on her.

Dawn fires sideways into Fionan Soldier4’s throat while crouching beside Zara.

Zara falls into Dawn’s open arms.

 

Zara: "Dawn!  Dawn, what's happening, Dawn?"

 

Dawn: "Fiona is attacking.  We don't have much time.  We need to go.  Come on, Zara."

 

Zara: "Go? Go where?"

 

Dawn stands and pulls Zara to standing with her.

Dawn: "Glenn and I plan to meet in the garden and figure it out from there.  Grab a robe, it's cold out."

 

Zara goes to her wardrobe covered in blood.

Zara stops at the wardrobe and stares down her bloody torso.

Zara looks back at Dawn and finds her sister covered in blood.

Zara: "Dawn!  Are you injured?"

 

Dawn: "I'm fine.  We need to hurry, though.  Grab your robe and let's go."

 

Zara: "Whose blood is that?"

 

Dawn: "Zara, get dressed."

 

Zara: "Tell me whose blood that is!"

 

Dawn: "We'll talk about this later!  Just get a damn robe on!"

They stare at each other. Clanking is heard down the hall.

Dawn: "We don't have time for this, Zara, and I can't have you breaking down.  So, grab damn robe so we can go.  I'm not losing you, too."

Dawn kneels and trains an arrow on the door while Zara pulls her wardrobe open.

 

-The Four Thrones-

 

Cut to the Silverthrone interior, Fioann soldiers combing the halls in small, three person units.

Show two Fionan soldiers outside a doorway with swords drawn.

Fionan Soldier5 kicks the doorway in.

Show Fionan Soldier6 enter the room’s interior.

Glenn runs Fionan Soldier6 through the gut with his blade.

Glenn knocks Fionan Soldier5 back with his shoulder as the soldier steps in to slash him.

Glenn draws the blade from Fionan Soldier6 and slashes at Fionan Soldier5, who parries with his own sword.

Fionan Soldier6 attempts to stab Glenn in the back.

Glenn sidesteps and Fionan Soldier6 runs into Fionan Soldier5.

Glenn kicks them both over.

Glenn drives his blade down through their stacked torsos.

Glenn shakes his blade off while turning to Zelos.

Glenn: "Hurry."

 

Zelos grabs his cloak.

Zelos: "Did you have to kill them?"

 

Glenn: "Yes."

 

Zelos: "They were just doing their duty to Fiona."

 

Glenn sheaths his sword.

Glenn: "Let's go."

 

Glean leads Zelos out into the hall.

 

-The Four Thrones-

 

Cut to the Black Castle interior, Eros’ room.  Show the room is disarray, clothes scattered, half the bedding left on the floor.  The curtains are open, allowing moonlight into the room.  Eros is at his bed, binding his knapsack.

Eros: "It's not safe here."

Eros stares at his knapsack.

Eros: "I'm not safe here."

Eros slings the sack over his shoulder.

Eros rushes out of the room and down the hall.

Show Eros in the entry wall, rushing down the stairs.  There is a hint of purple in the shadows of the hall.

Eros stops at the base of the stairs.

The door locks as Eros approaches it.

The shutters slam.

The candlelight in the chandelier fades in a purple blur.

Eros looks around the darkened room.

Eros staggers back toward the stairs.

Eros trips at the stairway and cries.

Eros: "No.  No, no, no...NO!"

Eros runs back to the doors.

Eros bangs on the doors.

Eros: "No, please, no...Please!"

Purple light surrounds Eros as he pulls on the doors.

Eros lifts off the ground.

Eros flies into a nearby wall.  It cracks from the impact.

Metis comes out from the shadows.  He has a sinister smile on his face.

 

Metis: "Eros, my dear brother.  I fear that we need to have a talk."

Chapter End.

Stargazers Codex #006: "Project Centurion"

 ::: Project Centurion :::

From the notes of Project Head Major Gerald A. Galahad,

            It doesn’t matter what the politicians or the historians say, Project Centurion was a success.  When the project was first founded, it was not designed to build the most moral soldiers but the most deadly and the most efficient, and in that effort, we have had a success five times over.  Even as we came speeding towards doom, it was only through those successes that we were able to avert a civil war which might have destroyed our entire way of life.

            Lt. Steven Lancelot, the face of this entire debacle, is by all accounts the best soldier I have ever seen.  He is deadly efficient and lethally skilled.  Every mission given to him is completed without question and without remorse.  His is a mind which understands the weight and responsibility of the military, and his only flaw is perhaps that he is too cold or too critical.  In this case, however, he was a weapon pointed only at the wrong person.  It is not his failure but the failure of those who used him so selfishly.

            Lt. Jameson Arthur and Lt. Osceola Guinevere, much like Lancelot before them, are exemplary soldiers with perhaps more conventionally forward moral compasses, and it was their skill and teamwork which undid the plotting and planning of the politician fools who created this problem to begin with.  While not as technically skilled as Lancelot, they have shown skills far surpassing other soldiers and nearly equaling his.  These results are, of course, entirely in-line with what we have found across all five soldiers.

            In this way, the project was a success, and Lancelot the greatest success of them all.  It is politics which is trying to bury it through exposure.  Lt. Lancelot is made into a monster by some and a tragedy by others.  The death of Cpt. Gareth, promoted posthumously, is manna to the media, and Arthur and Guinevere are the heroes that they need to sell the story they’ve written.

            Which is the problem with this world.  Project Centurion was made to address a threat.  It is being called a failure, a shadow operation, but all of the paperwork was public from the start.  No one looked because no one cared.  What little attention it drew was satirical—an army to fight space invaders who weren’t invading.  The problem is that it worked, however you look at it, and we now have five supremely dangerous weapons without a target to aim at.

            We did, however, have political dissidents and politicians with interest.  When Rep. Wagner of Asgard formally proposed succession the galaxy went cold.  The Republic scrambled for an appropriate response in the light and scrambled for a dagger in the dark.  Ours was the sharpest dagger, and so they drew it unlawfully.  Lancelot did his job.  The others did their duty, and the two opposing forces came to a head with lethal force.  They fought.  They killed.  They destroyed the skyline in the resulting chaos, and now they are being assigned mantles black and white, respectively, as the citizenry decide their worth and purpose.

            Lancelot is a good soldier.  A great soldier.  He is the best soldier.  The quality of his humanity is tertiary.  Arthur and Guinevere are perhaps better people, but that is not relevant in the military.  Good people do not always make quality soldiers, and of the three, I’ve made my recommendation clear.

            It doesn’t matter.  I should burn this after writing it.  The witch hunt has begun, and my career is on the line.  This will be the last I write of it, the last I speak of it.  After today, Project Centurion will be a strange black mark in a number of otherwise impeccable records.  We will rebuild.  By all accounts, we will benefit from it, except for Lancelot.  Look at Percival, who has already turned it into a boon.

            I fear, though, that the galaxy isn’t ready for what will come next.

The Unnamed Saga: The Four Thrones, Chapter Eighteen: "Broken Borders"

Chapter Eighteen: Broken Borders

 

Open on Silverthrone Castle from above, a large estate filled with large, well-tended glades and gardens.  Ponds dot the landscape, connected by beautifully built and maintained bridges.  The area is a focused, artistic expression of function and aesthetic.

Show the front gate where two guards stand at watch, one at the ready, the other yawning.

A bird flies by.

Show the bird land on a nearby tree branch.

Silverthrone Guard1, who was yawning, points at the bird while Silerthrone Guard2 looks warily at it.

Silverhtrone Guard1: “Look! A bird!”

 

Silverthrone Guard2: "What in the world are you on about now?"

 

Silverthrone Guard1: "That bird is flying in.  Means winter is about over."

 

Silverthrone Guard2: "It doesn't mean anything.  It's probably just lost."

 

Silverthrone Guard1: "Why do you always do that?"

 

Silverthrone Guard2: "Do what?  I didn't do anything?"

 

Silverthrone Guard1: "Crush my dreams, man.  You're always crushing my dreams."

 

Silverthrone Guard2: "Oh, not this again.  I didn't crush anything."

 

Silverthrone Guard1: "I'm just saying, you're negative.  A real pessimist."

 

Silverthrone Guard2: "I'm not a pessimist.  I'm a realist."

 

Silverthrone Guard1: "That's what all the pessimists say."

 

Silverthrone Guard2: "You're an idiot."

 

Silverthrone Guard1: "I'm not an idiot, I'm an optimist."

 

Silverthrone Guard2: "Same thing."

 

Silverthrone Guard1: "I'm not going to engage you.  I would just like to ask you, in the future, to respect my dreams."

 

Silverthrone Guard2: "Fine, whatever, dream however much you like, but we've got at least a few more weeks until spring is here."

 

They go silent as a wind blows.  Silverthrone Guard1 shivers.

Silverthrone Guard1: "Just can't stand this damn cold."

 

-The Four Thrones-

 

Cut to Silverthrone Castle’s wall interior.  Castle guards walk in groups, eying the area and carrying with them spears and halberds.  Attendant in cloaks work busily to maintain the landscape.

Cut to a castle balcony and show Dawn seated upon a banister, her small, powerful legs having over the railing.  She wears a thick dress with a cloak over it and has her unstrung bow at rest on her lap.  She looks out toward the city.

Show the wall from her view, a thicket of trees pressed against it from both within and without and the city just beyond it, small ribbons of smoke drifting from their chimneys.

 

Cut to the Silverthrone Castle interior guest room where Mary is at rest on an enormous bed propped up by embroidered cushions.  She is wearing a silken Silvaran nightgown.  Bandages can be seen, tightly bound beneath the gown.

Mary stretches as Zelos appears in the open doorway.

 

Zelos: "You don't even rest when you're injured."

 

Mary: "I've said it many times before: I'll sleep when I'm dead.  You, on the other hand, should be sleeping much more than your busy schedule allows for."

 

Zelos: "I'm still trying to convince Glenn that we should go.  He's being difficult."

 

Mary: "That is a considerable understatement."

 

Zelos: "You still agree with him, though, don't you?"

 

Mary: "I think the best course is a cautious one.  These waters are tumultuous, to say the least, and might I take the time to commend you and your uncharacteristic patience."

 

Zelos: "The last time I charged in you..."

 

Mary: "Apology noted and accepted, pumpkin.  I'm just glad that you've learned to be more prudent."

 

Zelos: "For now. Patience really isn't my strong suit."

 

Mary: "It's not the strong suit of any Ferenn."

 

Mary slips from the bed while pulling a thin robe from the nightstand beside her.

 

Mary: "Come, let's conference with the Sir Glenn and the king and ponder our circumstances."

 

Zelos: "Yes, ma'am."

 

-The Four Thrones-

 

Cut to Silverthrone Castle inner court where King Estein is meeting with the Fionan Emissary with Glenn at the throne’s side.  King Estein is a brawny man with a neatly trimmed beard and his crown crooked on his head.  He is seated at the throne but leaned forward in conversation.  The throne has a crescent moon at its head with the image of a fox cut into its surface.  Glenn stands with his hands folded behind his back.  The Emissary has his hands open and is speaking sharply.

Emissary: "We ask only for what is our right!  Regicide comes with a heavy sentence."

 

King Estein: "And I am refusing your request.  Your accusations are made with no evidence."

 

Emissary: "You will pay in blood for your stubbornness."

 

King Estein stands from his throne.

King Estein: "I will not suffer any threats in my own halls!"

 

The Emissary reaches for a pouch at his side while Glenn grips his sword.

The Emissary stops.

Emissary: "So be it.  This is a waste of time."

 

The Emissary rushes out of the court, flanked by escorting Fionan soldiers in black plate.

Zelos and Mary enter as King Estein comes to rest in his throne.

 

Zelos: "Were those Fionan arms I saw?"

 

King Estein takes a calming breath.

King Estein: "Good morning, prince!  And I see the lady Mary has joined us."

 

Zelos: "Yeah."

Zelos goes to Glenn.

Zelos: "Glenn, did I just see Fionan soldiers?"

 

Glenn: "Yes.  They left."

 

Zelos: "I had noticed.  What I want to know is why were aren't going with them."

 

Glenn: "They wanted the princess' head."

 

Zelos: "Then we refuse and return home to argue the case ourselves."

 

King Estein: "Prince, please,..."

 

Zelos: "Listen, I appreciate everything that you're doing for us.  I appreciate it endlessly, but I don't belong here.  I have a nation, a family, and they need me.  Staying here will only make us look all the more guilty."

 

King Estein looks warily as Glenn while sighing.

King Estein: "Prince Zelos, they didn't come only for my daughter."

 

Zelos: "What?"

 

Glenn: "You've been implicated in the king's murder as well, remember."

 

Zelos: "But..."

 

Glenn: "By now that is the popular opinion in Fiona.  For now, we should avoid Fionan soil.."

 

Mary: "Obviously, another one of Metis' manipulations."

 

Zelos: "Mary, Metis would never..."

 

Glenn: "This is a conversation for later."

 

Glenn gives Mary share a quick glance.

Mary takes Zelos by the arm.

Mary: "Right then, come along with me if you would, pumpkin."

 

-The Four Thrones-

 

Cut to the exterior of a small inn on the outskirts of Silvara.  The Emissary can be seen through the windows looking out on the forest.  He is speaking with someone obscured by frost.

Show the inn’s interior, the Emissary a mug in hand, the forest shown through the windows beside him.

Emissary: "Say what you want about the Silvarans, but they do have fine wines.

The Emissary sets his mug down.

Emissary: "Now, back to the business at hand.  As it stands, there will be no peace between us.  They refuse to negotiate the return of the traitors, so we must take them by force.  It is unfortunate—the exact thing Prince Metis had meant to avoid, but it must be done, if for nothing else to bring closure to this matter.  Now then, we have a plan in motion, one in which your involvement is most integral.  Such matters have dire need for precision, and I can think of no one more precise than you, my lord."

 

Kratos, off-screen: "This is for the best, then."

Show Kratos sitting across from the Emissary.  His face is slightly darkened.  He looks tired, even a bit numb.  His beard is unkempt.  His eyes intense.

Kratos: "This way I can find Zelos and make him answer for his crimes myself."

 

-The Four Thrones-

 

Cut to the interior of the Black Castle war room.  Show the room from the top, with Metis bent over a map of the island of Albion.  Zion stands at his side.

Show Metis from the front, staring intently at the map.  Zion stands straight, his arms folded behind his back.

Show the map.  Markers are spread across the edge of the Silvaran borders.  Everything else is marked as Fionan territory.  Little figures are put in strategic points along Silvara’s border.  A large marker is placed at the center of the invasion force.

 

Metis: "It is an unfortunate turn of events, but this must have been Fiona's destiny."

 

Zion: "I agree entirely, my king."

 

Metis smiles.

Metis: "Not a king, not yet, Zion, though I do appreciate your commitment."

Metis stands straight.

Metis: "I knew from the start that peace would never be an option."

 

Zion: "The Silvarans bring it upon themselves."

 

Metis goes to and stares out at the ocean.  Snow can be seen falling outside.

Metis: "Soon, Zion, soon I will finish the work my forefather's started.  Soon, this island will be united as one land under one crown."

 

Zion: "And you will be the one sitting upon the throne when it happens, my lord."

 

Metis: "You forget Kratos and Eros in your flattery."

 

Zion: "No, I don't, sir.  Neither are so suited as you are for rule.  Respectfully."

 

Metis: "Thank you, but I honestly think either one would make a worthy lord in their own rights."

 

Zion: "With due respect, my lord, no.  It must be you."

 

Metis: "And why do you say that? Speak freely."

 

Zion: "Prince Kratos, while strong and brave, hasn't the resolve to do what must be done.  Peace has made him soft.  Until the death of his family, he doubted Zelos' treason, did he not?"

 

Metis: "Indeed, he did."

 

Zion: "And Prince Eros, while well-liked by the people, is little more than a child playing at manhood.  Besides, recent days have found him...My lord, he is unwell, wandering the halls, thin and pale, a ghost of his former self."

 

Metis: "Indeed.  Fear not for him, for I shall see to him soon enough."

 

Zion: "I trust you will, my lord.  You always have a plan in mind or action, and that is foremost the reason why I want you at the head of this united land."

 

Metis: "Well, thank you very much, Zion.  You have always been my most loyal subject, and should I take the throne, you will be rewarded accordingly for your service, of that I assure you."

 

Zion: "To be at your service is reward enough, my lord."

 

Metis laughs.

Metis: "Well, enough of that now.  Please, leave me to my thoughts, and close the door on the way out."

 

Zion bows.

Zion: "Certainly, my lord."

 

-The Four Thrones-

 

Cut to Silverthrone castle’s exterior gate by night.  Two guards stand at the entryway, each holding a pike.  Another guard walks the wall above them.  Moonlight covers the wall.  The guard on the wall walks with a torch lit.

A cloud drifts over the moon, leaving the area dark.

Show another part of the wall, a rope hanging from the wall.

Show Kratos atop the wall stringing his bow.

Kratos charges down the wall, toward the guard, and shoots the Silvaran guard in the throat.

Before the guard atop the wall falls, Kratos fires two more arrows into the guards waiting at the entry way.

Kratos stops with his back to a watchtower within the wall, breathing heavily.

Show the distant part of the wall where torch light can still be seen.

Kratos scoops up the still lit torch of the guard he felled.

Kratos hops over the wall with the torch in hand.

Show the front gate swing open, Kratos holding a clothed arrow in one hand and the torch in the other.

Show a burning arrow streaking into the night sky.

Show Silvara from above, a red magical burst lighting the sky.

Show a series of colorful magical bursts following.

Show birds taking flight from the forests as a low rumble fills the night.

Show the forest interior, wildlife running from a spreading sickly green light.

Show the green light catching on the far mountains.

Show the green light filling the Silvaran streets.

Show a shadowy figure rising from the wooded area just beyond Silvara, green light spilling from its form.

Show spinning fans.

Show the bottom of a ship hovering above the treeline.

Show a bird-like figurehead.

Reveal the airship, green light spilling from its interior and trailing after it, fans spinning as it lifts up, dirt, stone and branches falling in its wake.

End on the image of the airship drifting over Silvara, Silverthrone atop a hill in the distance.

Chapter End.