RUSTIN PETRAE   AUTHOR | GRAPHIC DESIGNER

Chapter Eight - Theo sat in his class, staring absentmindedly at the doodles he kept drawing over and over on a sheet of paper as his teacher, Mrs. Heights, droned on about the history of Avalon. He only half paid attention, his mind on other things. Things like the enormously awkward fact that he was now heir apparent to the First King’s throne, a man he had idolized practically since birth. A man he had admired above pretty much anyone else. It had been three and a half wee

Chapter Four - The sounds of heavy foot traffic echoed through the halls of the Elysium Palace, home to the High Royals of Avalon and their staff. On any given day, the sound of footsteps wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, but this was not an ordinary day and the rushing footsteps had a frantic, panicky air about them. To a casual observer, they would probably guess something might be extremely wrong. And they would be correct. Something was wrong. Palace aides from the highest

Chapter Three - Silence so deep, fell over the stadium again. The hushed whispers died down, as did the occasional shouted question. Everyone just sat there and stared with expressions of absolute disbelief on their faces. Theo couldn’t believe it either. Why would the First King’s familiar come to him and mark him as his heir? His blood suddenly turned to ice. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open a little. If Jeks was here, marking an heir, then that meant… It can’t b