The sounds of the trumpet blared the silence that hung on the morning air, as the foot soldiers and those on horseback continued to march out of the castle. Their feet sang a uniform song with their armor, adding more color to the waking morning. Some of the people had come out with leaves and confetti to bid the men success. The brightness of their faces was almost competing with the glitter of the sun.
It was just the armor and the dueling cane, that gave the marching men the warrior grace. None of the soldiers wore any sword or weapon. This was supposed to be a peaceful parade. A peace that the king had created out of his own illusion. On each side of the path, the white flaming flag of Moseroth with a red background also fluttered in the air, embellishing the falsehood of the king. H
