Arcane Bolt
Theron woke up to the sound of hurried footsteps and voices echoing through the halls. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over his room.
"What's happening?" He sat up, rubbing his eyes as his forehead creased, trying to think what the commotion was all about.
Their quarters were unusually noisy and busy that even in his room, he could hear the sounds of the servants rushing about and the sound of armor clinking from the corridors and garden.
Something was definitely happening.
Theron quickly dressed and left his room, making his way down the stairs. The sight that greeted him was one of organized chaos. The usually calm and composed servants of their family were moving nonstop, and at the center of it all was his father, Tyron, who seemed to be in a state of panic.