C444 LAST STAND

"They are not my people anymore," the Young Prince said, his breath hitching as he pulled his sword from the sheath.

He stood on the jagged ridge overlooking the valley, his boots sinking into the gray soot that covered the earth. The sky above the burning palace was a bruised purple, lit from beneath by the orange glow of the ruins. Below them, the Great Hunger moved like a slow, heavy wave