The roads shimmered in the heat of the midday sun. The sunlit watchtowers pierced the hot, blue sky. The afternoon sun bathed the buildings in its warm light. Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the window. Gerald was strapping his quiver to his horse when he heard a loud pounding on the gate. His horse was right beside the watchtower and he was getting ready to meet his wife for brunch. One of the guards rushed to open the gate and there stood a young bearded man with a sword strapped around his waist. “I am here to see the king,” he said.
Gazing at him, the guard couldn’t help but to ask, “For what purpose?” The young beard man is the healer’s son, Leon. On hearing of his father’s demise, he had to leave Kez. He has been one the k
