It took time, but Rhys explained almost everything to the men who had come to answer his call.
"I never expected that the tales my father told me would come to life one day," Rhys started. "Or that I'd find myself caught in the middle of them. I thought I would do as he had done, ruling as best I could and keeping the traditions and the promise alive for a day that would never come…"
Things had changed since the days when Phylip and Oisin Blackwell had sworn to hold these lands in trust for the Eldritch so they could return to their homes one day. Charles the First, the Church's puppet king, had waged a ruthless war that shattered the domains of countless colonists from the old countries, and the survivors who bent their knees and backs to his crown carried bellies full of resentment.
