First message
The heir of the throne walked down the city streets, the hue of the orange-red light bouncing reflecting in the sky. His eyes scanned his surroundings, taking in every detail of the city that was soon to be his. He wasn’t sure if he was ready. Taking the throne meant more than just ruling. It meant keeping his people safe, well fed, preventing war. It’s been hard for his father recently since the slow disappearances of his men. He thought of the rebel Ghost group that people whispered about.