On a bright sunny day that was no different than the rest of the days…
"NOOOOOO!" A loud angry scream bellowed from deep within the elven royal palace. Hearing something like this, every single elf in the vicinity of the royal palace became shell-shocked as they stood rooted in the spot.
What was happening?
All the royal guards immediately became tense that perhaps an assassination attempt was happening on the royal family with one of the other empires finally taking the next step and attacking them.
They immediately rushed to the area of disturbance, fully prepared to go to battle with their lives on the line, true to their oaths. However, when they arrived, they shockingly witnessed something else completely unexpected.
Prince Aranthor was standing stiff in his bedroom, in his leisurely clothes, with his face deathly pale.
