Short dabble about Arccedius taking his rightful place in Solon.
For a hundred and twenty years, the Hall of Cyning, guarded by the ancient blood seal the first king of Solon laid more than two thousand years ago, stood in perfect lonely silence. Many have tried to enter the great hall by force: some borrowed the destructive power of cannons; others tried fire and explosives; a few went so far as secretly [rather unorthodoxly] solicit the help of foreign sorcerers. But the blood seal fed by the inherent [forgotten, disowned] magic of the land stayed uncompromised. The doors stayed shut.
Today, the lone descendent of the First Son, the rightful King of Solon would return.
Today, the doors will open.
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