Erik
While heading north, I recognize where I am and head straight for Sala. I don't like them or care for them, but it is the fastest way home. As a prince of Cibalon, Niall can't do anything to me, anyway. I wish I could even say being back was a relief, like you hear people speak about sometimes. That I'm home feeling.
But all I feel is anxiety and anger. Anger that the fae look down on each other and others, anger that we no longer care for one another as leaders they always are looking for an easy out or just plain don't even bother to care for the people they are supposed to help and protect. Walking up to the gate, I can tell the guard knows who I am immediately. The other guard heads straight to the palace, presumably to announce my arrival.
"Prince Erik" he bows.
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