Horns were raised along the battlement. Their challenge rang out in a harmony of different notes, echoing clear and strong along the walls of the valley. Thunder crashed, joining the horns with a rhythm like the beating of a gigantic drum. The cries and taunts of the enemy were drowned out as the City of Rainbows was filled with their relentless song.
And in the midst of that song, the storm at their shoulder and the Queen’s lightning in their wake, the King’s cavalry charged through the gate to descend upon the demons that had invaded their land.
The Prince’s Mission
Light grew around them as the blackness obscuring the magic ward began to fade. Soon it had disappeared completely. The early afternoon sun shone once again onto the top of the tower.
The King turned to the Queen and the prince, and sighed. “I suppose we’d better head back down into the palace,” he said. “The others will be waiting for us to return with orders.”
Gerard shook his head. “We can’t go back without a plan, Father. We still need to figure out what to do!”
Danor laid a hand on his son’s shoulder.
“There is little we can do,” he said sadly. There was a haunted look in his eyes that Gerard had never seen before. “Except brace ourselves for the next attack, and face it as bravely as we can when it comes.”
“We can’t just give up!” the prince exclaimed.
“Of course we can’t,” Danor countered. A note of stiffness crept into his voice. “But we’re short of options, son. Or do you have a recommendation?”
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