Chapter 9

Avalon

Cyrus was an early riser. He liked to be awake when the palace was still quiet, admire the beauty of the sunrise himself, enjoying the peace of not having attendants hurrying down the long polished corridors. He liked to go to the roof, sitting with his legs over the ledge as he watched the sun rise over the dry city, illuminating it in an enchanting red and orange. He liked to watch the families wake up one by one as the palace below him started their busy schedules. The progression of sound almost made him feel as if the world was coming alive each day, making him appreciate his existence, as well as others.

Well, not today.