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Post by Hailey SilvarMoone on Sept 20, 2014 18:15:32 GMT -5
Hailey walked inland for days, until she reached what appeared to be the remnants of a city. The Gates iron gates were rusted, and lay flat on the ground. The cobblestone roadway was broken. The houses and shops in the city were fallen in upon themselves, with rotten doors and broken windows.
"Hello," she called out nervously, twisted her silvery blonde hair into a bun, tying it in place upon her head. "Is anyone here?" She repeated the call several times, as she walked through the city. Her calls were finally answered by a gruff voice.
"Who's at?" the gruff voice demanded. From the battered doorway of a nearby building appeared a man, with balding red hair. He was a thick man, though rather short.
Hailey smiled pleasantly. "I am Hailey SilvarMoone, Queen of the Islandom of Euthory. My ship has crashed on your shores - I am looking for survivors."
The man's hardened face became ecstatic. "The Queen has come!" he called back into the ragged building. "We are your survivors, my Queen!"
Before Hailey could explain her situation further, or ask any questions, the survivors of Aaliron had claimed her as their new Queen. They were not the survivors Hailey had saught, but she would do her best to guide and protect them all the same.
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