Aurelius stood at the helm of the ship, his eyes fixed on the horizon. The wind was picking up, causing the sails to billow and flap loudly. He gripped the wooden railing tightly, his heart heavy with grief. He was returning to Mount Kristantine for the wake of his beloved grandfather, Robert, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.
The sea was choppy, the waves crashing against the side of the ship with a deafening roar. Aurelius glanced over at his aunt, who was sitting in a chair nearby, her eyes closed in deep meditation. Marco and Darren, two of Aurelius' closest companions, were standing nearby, their faces somber and serious.
Aurelius turned back to the ocean, the salty air filling his lungs. He knew that his grandfather's death had shaken the entire kingdom to its co
