DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter The Watchful Gates
In the dimly lit chambers of the Minstrell Chalice in Ignistfell city, an air of anticipation weighed heavily on the shoulders of Davhil, Kiryo, and Geran. The atmosphere crackled with nervous energy as they awaited the return of Eowyn and Rosche, who had embarked on a perilous journey. Davhil, ever the protective brother, couldn’t shake the growing concern for his sister’s safety. He had volunteered to wait for them at the city gates, a decision fueled by a mixture of familial responsibility and the unsettling feeling that the outcome of their mission held grave consequences.
As the moments stretched into an anxious eternity, Geran, the wise and cautious companion, offered a word of advice to Davhil. “Be careful, my friend,” he cautioned, recognizing the dangers that lurked beyond the city walls. The gravity of the situation hung in the air, and Davhil nodded solemnly, acknowledging the wisdom in Geran’s counsel.
Restlessly pacing within the confines of the Minstrell Chalice, Davhil’s patience wore thin. The flickering candlelight cast shadows on his face, revealing a resolve etched on his features. Unable to endure the uncertainty any longer, he made a decisive choice. With determination fueling his every step, Davhil descended the creaking wooden stairs of the tavern and stepped outside into the rain-soaked streets.
The soft patter of raindrops against cobblestones accompanied Davhil as he approached a waiting horse. With a practiced ease, he mounted the steed, the wet leather of the saddle cool against his palms. The city gates loomed ahead, the guardian sentinels standing as stoic witnesses to the unfolding events.
As Davhil rode toward the city gate, his attention was abruptly diverted by a group of guards fervently posting notices on boards throughout the rain-drenched streets. Intrigued by the official proclamation, Davhil dismounted and approached the board. His eyes carefully traced the words of the announcement, and the weight of its message settled upon him:
“On the next full moon, the future king will be determined through combat, and all citizens of Celestoria are invited to witness this great battle.”
The proclamation hung in the air like an impending storm, and Davhil absorbed its profound implications. The fate of the future king, a destiny entwined with combat and spectacle, would unfold under the watchful eyes of the entire city of Celestoria. The revelation gripped Davhil’s heart, adding a layer of complexity to an already uncertain situation.
Before remounting his horse, Davhil carefully tore one of the notices from the board, folding it with a deliberate precision. The parchment became a tangible reminder of the unexpected news that awaited him when he would reunite with his friends. The proclamation’s words echoed in the background as he spurred his horse toward the city gates, his eagerness driven by a dual purpose—to share the revelation and to ensure the safe return of Eowyn and Rosche.