Th' breeze whistles softly through th' emerald blades, dispersing th' fine strands into irregular patterms. A leaf dances on th' wind swirling o'er th' terrain without a care. Th' achormatic soline begins to peek out from 'hind th' moutain summit, its aureate glow bathing th' majestic topography in golden light. As th ' firnament becomes stained with th' pinky tones o' sunrise, a smoke-wash'd czar becomes visible from 'pon th' moutain top. Throwing 'is finely featured crown high into th' oxi 'e takes a deep breath o 'th' almost intoxicating air, and whinnies 'is morning greetings to 'is Sacred band/ Smiling to 'imself as th' wind picks up, ruffling 'is smoky banners and tassels, th' King observes 'is terrain with intelligent orbs. Not noticing anything unusual, 'e snorts gently and begins 'is embarkment down a narrow rocky path, whch leads to 'is abode. As 'e descends, 'e equines, many of which tip their crown to 'im, and whicker a greeting.

Reaching th' foot o' th' moutain, and steppng 'pon th' springy topography, 'e tosses 'is crown, and begins to extend 'is paces, gaining both velocity and power ev'ry second. Th' wind rushing through 'is banners, 'e increases 'is speed e'er more so, pow'rful strides gliding almost effortlessly o'er th' terrain. Finding 'imself 'pon th' top o 'a hill, Autumn stops suddenly, sliding to an almost instant halt. Pivoting on 'is hinds, 'e rears majestically, stalwart pillars lashing th' oxi, and firey orbs bazing. Projecting 'is call o'er th' lands, 'e allows 'imself to fall back to th' geo with a loud thump. Shaking 'is ashen tassels from 'is handsome facade, 'e two beats gracefully to th' centre o ''is terra, when a silvery figurine catches 'is attention. Curiously, 'e takes a few steps forward, unsure to th' identity o 'th' femmora. Suddenly recognising 'er as 'is sib, Dancer, 'e raises 'is curvature and calls to 'er, lyricals echoing to 'er harks. Watching 'is sib closlely th' King wonders as to why ;he seems to be in such a hurry, 'er own paces now four-beats as 'he grows ever closer to 'im.

Dancer's flutes prick as 'he recognises th' call o' 'er sib. Turning attentively to th 'apparent source o' th' noise, 'he almost smiles as 'he recognises 'is noble frame watching 'er from a distance. Beginning to amble 'ward 'im, 'he remebers why 'he 'is 'ere, and pushes 'er beats into an urgent four. As 'he flies past, many czar's turn and stare at 'er beautiful frame, admiring 'er stunning, tapered feautres, long, elegant pillars, and 'er alabaster silhouette, cloaked in mystery and seduction. Reaching 'er sib, and feeling th' gentle touch 'o 'is silken maw 'pon 'er curve, 'he bursts into tears, wondering 'ow 'he could 'ave been so stupid.

Autumn whickers delightedly as 'is sib approaches, but halts into confusion as 'he sees 'he 'is clearly distraught. Gently nudging 'er warm crest 'e 'is stunned to see 'er burst into tears. Wrapping 'is strong nape 'round 'ers 'e only half realises that 'he 'is speaking. Taking a few steps back from 'er 'e listens to 'er lyricals, and is stunned by what 'e 'ears. 'er.... and Legesain? 'is cran reels by th' sheer volume o' what 'he is saying. As 'he ends 'er prolonged speech, 'e feels a cold sensation settle somewhere within 'is stomach. Legesain returning from th' dead, and setting 'is sights on slaying both 'imself and all ones dear to 'im. Well, 'e could understand 'im aspiring to slay 'im, th' one who sent 'im to hell in th' first place, but... 'ow 'is 'e going to send 'im back there for good. 'Twas hard enough to kill 'im last time, when at least a strike could pierce 'is flesh and mortally wound 'im. But now 'is thoughts turn to what 'is role as King could be, and 'is first thought ia that o' Illishar. Despite th' fact 'e turned traitor, 'e knows that Illihsar would rather serve 'im that th' brat 'is dam abandoned 'im for. 'e whickers a word o' encouragement to Dancer, wiping a tear from 'er tiara afore muttering a few words to 'er. Without a response, 'he takes off to Milkstone Fields, Autumn springing into four-beats 'hind 'er.