Stories of The Law

expected, delaying spring celebrations and stopping crops from sprouting. Another blizzard had hit the kingdom, leaving poeple snowed in and starved. Even the highest of people were suffering at the hands of winter. The city was desolate. Local merchant supply shops were closed, their shelves bare and their goods sold off. "Curse them! Damn them for bringing it on themselves! For bringing it on us! They just wouldn't stop! And now the Lord is doing it, too!" that was how a feeble Lorrish parent called out to the guards. They were around 18, completely not suited to mothering such a young child in these times. The lights of the city went on in a pinch. Sounds were also drowned out anything within earshot. As for the darkness of night, it crept in like a hungry wolf. Strong and cold enough to suffocate the entire population of Oristall.

"What's going on?" the king watched from his window, small while flakes of snow being swept and carried by the bitter gale. "Empty shelves, there getting desperate" The queen then turned to the servant and asked, "Why doesn't that mother have have food?" her voice was worrisome "the young are weak and need food more then us" The young servant gulp, being to look the King and Queen in their dull eyes. "A man in a black cloak hurried in. He leaned on a stone, opened the doors, and took what little was left. Now, the mothers are stressing". The room was quite, so quite you could here a mouse. "Oh Saint Lorri, may our lands and poeple bow to you, and thank you for your wonderful power. May you always remain near, in the land of the living and dead. May Saint Lorri always be the hope of our lands and people. May we all continue to rely on your power to save us from danger, and to honor our people like you once did. May we preserve our glorious history, and may we always retain our independence, the land we were born on, from any foreign invaders and enemies." cried the king, tears rolling down his pain face like droplets down a window.

### 9. **An Honorable Man Does Not Need To Kill Others To Win Their Battles**

#### *By Logical\_Trash*

Furious yowls and cries broke trough the normally tranquil air around the lake. Swords and shields clanked and swung as the humans battled the Full-Bloods Dark blood began to be splattered across the marshes and the battle raged on. Lorri snug himself around after tackling a light furred full-blood. He panned hard, the beat of his heart pond against his ears. Azurea had his long, well sharpen sword ready in hand as he lay in wait. The king looked wild and unkempt, the thirst to murder the human leader swirled in his head like a catchy tune. The king leapt from the reedy marsh and sprung at the human, mud splattering as Azurea tried to stick his landing. Lorri sprung back quicker then a hare before swinging his sword. "Azurea!" Lorri's voice was almost a growl. "I knew you would face me again!" "Of course Lorri, you don't betray me without a fight" Azurea swung his sword as it clashed with lorris sword. "Betrayed you!?" Lorri leapt back "my people came here to find a new home, we were staying with you for safety" Azurea yowled and ran towards the human, slashing his check with a grunt "You stay on my Tribes sacred land!" "and you blocked my culture!" the men thought for there lives, slashing and brawling in the mud. Azurea stuck his sword toward Lorri, but the man slid the way, whipping around to to ump on the Full-Bloods back. Lorri thrust his sword through Azureas neck, crimson blood splattering on the ground followed by a deafening screech. The full-bloods green eyes were now twisted in fear and pain. Time froze. People gathered. Blood. Lorri left the king fall to the marsh with a limp splat. Azurea's spring green eyes, frozen in fear slowly shut. What had he done? Lorri huffed, his armor covered in the blood of an old friend. Blood also poured from Lorri's side, Azurea must have got a strike before he stabbed. The Full-Bloods rushed over, mews of sadness filling the air. Lorri stood back, stumbling over into the mud. He had just killed one of his best friends, a comrade of many years. Lorri was seen as honorable, strong and a good man. But was he. Lorri let his eyes close as blood spewed from his gash. The cold, slimy mud seemed to turn into a soft bed as he left himself fall into darkness.

"Lorri, Lorri wake up" A female voice awoke him. He was in a lot of pain, but felt warm and safe. It was princess Silvia, Azurea's daughter. "Princess" Lorri croaked "Where am i?" "The Human camp, safe and sound" He lived. "Are my sons alive? wheres my wife" Upon sitting up the hospital was mixed with humans and full-bloods, each helping each other heal wounds and make medicine. "Rest, they are fine and well. Busy though" Lorri let himself fall back into his bed, remembering what happened. "I'm sorry, princess..." "It was the only way for this war to end" she murderer softly "My father would have fought to the death, he would be glad to join my mother" Lorri stopped to think. "I'm still deeply sorry, i'm sorry to you and your people." "Sorry won't rebuild this land, only work will. As the new queen of Full-Bloods, I'm working to get this place back to normal" Silvia looked out the canvas tent into the gloomy sunset."I have a dream humans and Full-Bloods will unite under one name and land. we will be one tribe." "I don't care, Silvia" Lorri looked at the beautiful queen "An Honorable Man Does Not Need To Kill Others To Win Their Battles, my father has taught me that since i was a boy" Silvia gave a pitiful look, before stoking the humans head. "Yes, we are all taught that, rest now" Silvia walked away, going off to attend to other hurt people, leaving lorri to wallow in his pain. "I'm sorry, old pal" he looked out the tent hopelessly, praying the king would walk around the corner, alive and well. With a wide smile and open arms. but he didn't. He was dead.

### 10. **After A King's Death, The Crown Prince And Princess Will Take On Leadership. The Queen Will Be Crowned Ex-Queen**

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