A Spark Rekindled

Hllscani, Seeranthel.

King's castle: Throne room.

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Orion sat on his throne, overlooking a crowd of people standing to the side of his hall.

They were the audience of today's King's Hearings. A King's Hearing was a very common event that occurred close to every day, where the king would listen to the qualms of the people and make judgments and decisions about what to do to move forward.

Today was nearing the end of Orion's King's Hearing.

"Next." He said, his head resting on his palm with a slightly irritated expression on his face.

Raith, who stood to the side of the throne, looked at his brother with furrowed brows.

'Ever since what happened on the Entrance Exam day, Orion hasn't been the same. It's like he's gotten a bitter taste in his mouth that he can never seem to wash or spit away.' He thought to himself.

A person wearing dirty old clothes walked in from the outside.