chapter thirteen
Gervin’s Folly
Palace gates looming before them, Drake turned to address the crowd. He shouted aloud for all to hear, “Together we stand! We fight and we win, together! We reclaim our kingdom, now!”
A mighty cheer erupted from those gathered, as many more took up arms and prepared to follow their young hero into battle, joining the expanding throng.
Drake led the charge he started, staff tapping against cobblestones, that rhythm steady as a drumbeat calling forth the militia.
Behind him, the people of Solipsia surged forward, their feet in lockstep through the streets, sounding like thunder rolling through a valley of buildings. He felt no trepidation, only hardened resolve. This was his path, chosen for him long ago, how his father’s words had first taken root with
