[ZAIRE]
The plan had always been simple.
For them to get Alanor to come and talk to Nour.
Because they hoped for everything they believed in, that the prince would at least listen to his best friend. It wasn't too much to ask, right? But then, as good as that plan was, reality was something else.
There was only so much that anyone could run away from reality.
Reality never stopped to give anyone a breather.
Reality was the one thing that no one could twist into positivity, no matter how much was needed of that to be twisted.
It was like the blade that never got to be sharpened again, but one that stayed forever, cutting through bones with so much ease, like a paper leaf.
Reality was the reminder that life was meant to be lived and not played about.
"Sire, you need to come, fast," a frantic warrior rushed into the dining hall, his hair all over his face, and his body covered in the mud that could only be found at the borders even during the summer season, like now.
