What is lion witout toot?
Tree witout root?
Hear me now.Yoril simply sat in agonizing pain,
holding a broken nose.
There was a lot of blood.
Jesus Christ.
He couldn't let that happen again.
It happened so fast he couldn't react to the state of the act.
Above Toby watched him, stern.
Like he deserved to get hit.
From the sidelines his father watched with mild interest...
Did he yawn?
The lady Idn was present, accompanied by a
Sister Prophetica.
His sister was away.
With her husband.
Toby spoke.
Lion must have tooth and nail.
..Lion must roar!
Yoril
snargled a response.
No good.
Didn't translate.
Toby motioned for the Sister.
She came and laid hands on the young prince.
Offering a prayer of intercession.
Sure as day his wound was healed.
He took a few deep breaths.
It felt good.
Toby nodded to the Sister, who smiled, nodded to them both, and left them to their lesson.
Toby tried to hide his smile.
"No worries, mon. You learn quick."
He laughed.
"You must."
Yoril was a shade annoyed, but equally in agreeance.
The Higgs wouldn't let things be.
They already held Rohannesburg.
The surviving Rohan won't let that be.
Their mother and father were dead.
Too much history.
It was clear the kingdom had fallen to dark hands.
Reaching, from the shadows.
Strangling out those who opposed them.
One by one.
Now Geatland rose up against them.
United by blood,
and
UNITY.
The
Blackhand would fall.
Or they would die.
It was war.