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Such hidden
evil would shadow this
unnatural son of
unnatural blood, completing its
mission in tempestuous silence as its cold whispers fall upon the aged ears
of warm, fresh death.
From the cold ashes of misery, battle and death, fresh upon the soils of
Machraith’s young Christian kingdom, would rise the kingdom’s heart,
Stoneraven, its sacred ground poisoned by its own blood. Where death
would rot would come goodness and mercy, but evil would follow, prospering
where innocence played. Peace for Machraith would come in the
comforts of his cold past, long thought to be buried and never to rise
again. But history lives, taunts, and comes back to haunt its victims, its
pale mirk never forbidden as it waits to release its immortal desolation.
And Machraith’s only loyal battle prince son, not of his blood, would suffer
Machraith’s past, suffer Machraith’s enemies, and suffer the most
feared, ancient enemy belonging to the blood of this most devoted,
unnatural
son, though known not by this battle prince. . . his
natural father.