Across the expanse there rested a mound. And encompassed about it was sprung several flowers of various assortment, neither white nor black, but plentiful in variety as the rainbow. Further along was the Fence, none were allowed within the gate save its keeper and, as one would reckon, the Duke. Hearken, for the Duke cometh nigh!
Dressed as a pauper to the pope, with a red striped vest and black clothe rob that cascaded around his feet and trailed behind him along with his caravan of retainers and servants slithering betwixt him and the crowd gathered on this day. As he approached the gate, the warden bowed ceremoniously and unlocked it swiftly. The Duke stood in the center of the gateway and turned to face the audience gathered roundabout. After studying their countenances for a time his lips parted and he spoke.
“Dearest brethren, forgive not those who came against thee, suffer not their transgression, for the day soon cometh when we shall reign again over thy aggressors. We have the key, and they will despise thee for it, yet ultimately, victory shall be ours. Listen! He may be manifest unto us…”
And thus a hush fell over them all and the skies dimmed and upon them a light descended. While the crowd gazed in awe the Duke new it to be Orellion, King of Kings…
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