Up sound for the down people by Druvian, literature
Literature
Up sound for the down people
The country's proclaimed "savior" was eight hours late when he finally appeared on the monastery steps. He was all of twenty, bleary eyed as if in need of glasses or sleep, acne ridden, lacked any kind of heroic air or charisma, and was probably some orphaned or estranged farmers son (because you know how nobility is these days; every farmer and his cow are forgotten heirs to some throne).
All Luelon could think about was how the crowds had chosen the exact wrong kind of kid for the job and how terrible it was going to be looking after him for the next years all of them would no doubt be long and miserable for them both.
A slight nod