Grozorg: The Fall by Jonas Wong - HTML preview

Epilogue

The stormy night did not hinder the prince’s hasty steps. He reached the docked ship and walked aboard, welcomed by every Vindor pirate. As he headed towards the captain’s quarters, he was greeted by the captain herself, the girl he had been looking for.

“Jovan! What are ye doin’ here?” Famming asked, delighted.

The prince carried a rigid, unsmiling face that must’ve torn the captain’s heart.

“We need to talk.”

“What’s wrong?” The captain asked, in an entirely different tone of seriousness.

The couple stepped inside Hestia’s private quarters, away from every sailor’s earshot.

“I know where the king is,” Jovan started.

“You do?” Hestia asked, startled. “He’s been gone for a month now - nobody knows where that traitor be!”

Grozorg had fallen into utter chaos, Tyrannust’s work of building his legion completely unhindered for the past thirty days. Tenebris was destroyed, and the Army of Light and Purity, the former strongest army of the nation, had crumbled. Since the absence of the king, all hell broke loose.

“Though he may have done some wrong acts in the past,” Jovan continued, “he’s saved my father’s life before. I made a vow to keep him safe, and ever since Tyrannust took the life of my father and twisted his soul to serve his dark order, my allegiance was pledged to the king no matter what circumstance.”

“What are ye suggestin’?”

“The two guilds that fought by the king’s side has divided,” he continued. “There is no one to support the king anymore.”

“So...?”

“A new age for Grozorg has come. As the rightful heir to the throne of ice, I hold power to recruit twelve elite members to form the strongest group on Grozorg, starting with you. Together, we will make things right.”

“Me? You know I ain’t no landlubb-”

“For the nation. For my father. For me.”

The prince brushed his lips against Famming’s forehead, and the captain quickly yielded.

“Alright, alright,” the captain blushed. “So what’s this ‘group’ then?”

“Oh, it’s a group alright,” the prince chuckled.

A smile spread across his face, dashing the once rigid and solemn expression before.

“Nuthin’ can be better than the Confederacy.”

“I would like to agree, but your confederacy is missing something,” the prince quickly responded.

“I object.”

“My group will have everything. Strength, skill, speed, you name it.”

“So does the Confederacy.”

“Ah, but there’s one more thing,” he continued with a grin.

“What?” Famming interrupted impatiently.

The prince looked at her with a new-found ecstasy, a renewed determination. He placed his palms on the captain’s hips and delivered his response.

“Vindication.”