~ Under the azure skies Gabriel stood, his gold loches flowing with the wind rippling as if a wave. TRees swayed from the unkind wind. Clouds swirled ominuously in the sky and rain fel like tears to the ancent kingdom of Valadyr.
he stood upon the balcony as he had many time before, a balcony overlooking the entire kingdom. Scanning the lands in one last attempt to take in the true beauty of the lnds he had come to cherish. His calming almost deep voice uttered a a single phrae before he turned , "within the land of gods no man has a right...stay true to thyself my precious Valadyr."
He turned, his bilowing cloak swept the gound sending a small cloud of dust barreling through the air.~
Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward.Whoever cannot take care of themselves without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant,'If I live, I will kill you. If I die, You are forgiven.'
Such is the rule of honour.