Tyrius 0 Posted January 3, 2015 #1 Report Share Posted January 3, 2015 Tyrius sat on the corner of a street not far from the center of the Starting City, and was singing an old favorite song of his: "Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid Children roam the streets, now orphans of war Bodies hanging in the streets to adore" Because he was singing, he payed no attention to his surroundings, and constantly found himself in in the way of people who were walking about. As he finished the first part of the song, he dove into the next: "Royal flames will carve a path in chaos, Bringing daylight to the night Death is riding into town with armor, They've come to take all your rights Hail to the king, hail to the one Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun Hail to the king" Eventually, he scooted up against a wall to avoid being kicked by incoming people. He smiled at his voice, which didn't sound to bad, and stopped singing to momentarily say proudly, "Maybe I should be a performer, music would add a great touch to my voice." He continued: "Hail! Hail! Hail! The King... Blood is spilt while holding keys to the throne Born again, but it's too late to atone No mercy from the edge of the blade Dare escape and learn the price to be paid" As he finished that part, he stopped singing, and just started humming the rest of the words. This was a good day for Tyrius, and he hoped that it would stay this way. As he thought back to the words, he smiled at the irony that he saw in them. Quote Report Link to post Share on other sites
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