Chapter Four

Within an open field rest a pillar of oaken wood. The alter stands high above the ground as if the importance of such a construct demanded an audience that looms just below it. The Jakalorn culture has deep roots with the goddess of the blight. The blight is heaven to the Jakalorn and building a pyre to the unending sky is the way to pay respect when a member of the ruling clan perishes. At the very point of the wooden tower rest a bed in the shape of the Jakalorn insignia and upon that wooden bed is the body of the king's first and only born; Varick. On the ground level of the plain is Malakai and his beloved Ellensandria. Behind him are a plethora of other dark elves to show their respects. The help from the castle like the masonry and other slaves. Other scouts that were in Varick's unit are there as well along with other soldiers. Malakai holds a torch in his hand while everyone else has a rose. Roses are the payment for Fae and the fire is the method of travel. The sun burns brig