C473 THE PEOPLE'S VICTORY

"Please, Elara! We share the same blood, the same lineage!" The First Prince fell to his knees on the scorched marble of the courtyard. His fine silk robes were ruined, stained with the soot of the burning palace. Around him, thousands of mortals stood in a massive circle. They were no longer the silent, broken things he had once owned. They held rusted farm tools and broken stones