Kerlock, his cape floating in the breeze, stood with his arms folded over his chest on a rock outcropping and stared at the border between his kingdom of Darcana and the kingdom of Clairon. He was a Werecat with white fur, white hair, and blue eyes. What he choose to do with his life determined what his appearance would look like. His next decision was his determining moment, he could feel it. Towering mountains rose above the great Jinow Waterfalls. The top of which marked the edge of the Clairon Kingdom. If a person fell or jumped off the roaring waterfall, they would be in no man’s land until they hit the bottom. Kerlock paused. It could all be his kingdom. All he had to do was marry the eldest daughter of Clairon’s King, Princess Kyana. There was very little the tiny kingdom had to offer except a small shift in the balance of power. The little kingdom occupied the middle ground between the three Great Kingdoms--Vinzar, Lolira, and his own.
If he gained the middle ground he could tip the delicate balance and invade Vinzar through the stony mountains without having to worry about offending Clairon. He breathed in deeply of the chilly air. Was it worth it though? He loved another woman. Was power, riches, war, and glory worth his chance at love and happiness? Kerlock stared at the Jinow Waterfalls and smiled, his eyes, hair, and fur turning black.
Day Twenty-Three: Still have this cold. I started some fun crafty projects to decorate our Christmas tree and apartment without being super spendy! I am excited. This next picture is
beautiful and mysterious.
Second Chance at Happiness
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