The WeatherMaker - Prince of Light

t sat upon the earth. Here is where the king lay to r

resting his arms against the side of the tomb as he leant into it. Cam came up beside him, holding h

uke sobbed. 'It's

why not in the catacombs with the other kings an

made it so. She did not want him to be buried in the dark, but to have the light shine u

o speak. 'I would rather see him here under the op

them carefully by the arm and pulling them away.

d empty. Sylvia ordered a few of the servants (when she eventually found them) to light the hearth and bring more blan

el well' Lu

ick?' Cam

tears away with his sleeve. '

Cam could comfort him, dressin

as for a moment longer,

in the room, even wi

nutes for him to warm up, and as he gazed about him at the room, a thought came to him then. He had never

lance at his brother who lay still in bed w

up to his dreams. Cam turned back over, and did the same as Luke. He lay there with hi

t place only to occupy herself, and to keep her mind busy. But as he eyes ran down the page following one line at a time, she realise

ing up altogether any thoughts of dist

o the king, and his death

ll.

oached the tomb...the way they had hugged

was

was

ing' Sylvia

wishing there was so

a terrible thing to h

p at the clock that sat atop t

s mid

blew from one of the windows, and the chandelier that hung on a

The shadows above always clung to the ridiculously high ceiling, the black chain of the

s a light breeze rocked them. That always made her feel uneasy, as if some foul spirit lived with

n listless silence, hearing th

fire had burned down

cking clock. It was

boys. They would surely be fast asleep by now, but she couldn'

re alright' she mumbl

r and leaving her room. She wandered the dark and lonely corridors, seeing not a soul in sight. The p