RUSTIN PETRAE   AUTHOR | GRAPHIC DESIGNER

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