More On Hentron (the Bardic version)

From Research (Week 3)
== More On Hentron (the Bardic version) ==
The bards do sing and the dreamers do dream of a time not so long ago when there was more of a smile than a grim refrain in the streets of Stormhaven. Much of the tales wound about the hope of Prince Hentron whose youth and insight were a delightful mixture all at once care fee and capable of the most outrageous fun loving mischief typical of so many youths, while all the same able to share with people the warmth and happiness that he felt within his own essence.
Hentron was fond of sailing and flying about the winds on the wings of magic or the chasing of a college mate through the dark caves of the old city. Like many before him in his line, he was hopelessly always in love, and for the better part of his youth, as was typical of his line sadly too, with the wrong young lady. This would displease his father William to no end; nothing like having your own failings echoed by your own!
There was the Ariel Nomad Princess that kept him enthralled for a whole summer, somewhat of a record for the young man, until both parents deemed that a distant assignment to study the origins of the Eldar Mountains was in store for her. Then there came the odd eyed girl from Parthon who danced the most outrageous version of the 'Veils' ever seen.
The last was probably the most mysterious for she seemed to be able to take his focus from traditional pursuits to things that one might expect of the future King. It is said that she chose him and that in that choice her eyes were on something far beyond the bonds of love. It must be said that she appeared to have no Royal ambition, for she was no throne huntress, though huntress she most assuredly was. Her intensity was on the essence of Hentron and he loved every minute of her attention.
His father, annoyed at most of his associations, became even more concerned as Hentron's involvement became a serious matter. The King could find out nothing about her past or family, and all was building for quite a show down. In desperation, it is said, that William called upon a Seeress, of which there was more than one vile rumor, and together they consulted a deep crystal palantir to pierce the past of the woman. The calls of the temporal web strained on them both, and twisted out of control, though some say the Seeress planned it all along. William was given the glimpse, not of the past but of the future, and it tore at his heart and soul. He wallowed in delusions and spasm's for a week before he died with the name of Sonia forming on his lips. Though who she was has never been found.
Hentron, soon became ill, though the mages seemed to think that spells were finding him from distant shores. The Court Wizard did not have time to counter them before a great magical storm rose up like the petals of a great flower and took him and his love away forever more. No mage could locate him, and those that held sway said he was never-more. A sad day for the Kingdom and sadder still for the civil wars were soon to return after generations of unity.