The forest was vast, stretching on for miles and miles, untouched by civilization and an ever thriving monument right beyond the fodder grooves.
King Jian did know this forest, he had lived many long and tiresome centuries, there was not an inch of Keep Skies and it's environs that did not hold some form of meaning or the other to him.
These lands were the very lands he had watched his father build out of nothing, establishing a dynasty greater than any that had ever been seen before even against all odds.
Every inch of keep skies had been fashioned with great care by the deceased King Agardan, every border marker and boundary much like this forest had been decided and mapped out by him.
For the dragon king, this forest was one he had seen many times, from the great heights above on the many events he had spoken out of turn and was exiled to the borders by his brother Asrig.
