jessica schaub

Julius looked over to the wall of bookshelves. Some holding scrolls of maps, books of war strategies, others the myths and legends. But those held only words, re-telling what people remembered, probably fabricated to draw out the tension and lengthen the drama. Instead of referencing the books, Julius walked to the mantle and picked up the sword that had been worn at the hip of every King of Evania since the days of the Good King Gerald. "Do you believe the stories?"
Chancellor Petros nodded. "Perhaps they are a bit tall now, but they were written from a base of truth."
"That truth being that it's possible to call forth Leviathans, vile creatures to which silver weapons are the only tools to use against them."
Chancellor Petros looked to the books holding those stories and nodded. "Your father would have hoped you to be older."
"My father wished for many things for me," Julius laughed, but there was no joy in it. "The greatest of those was for me to be a man."
"Perhaps it will be difficult now to keep your secret."
"Yes, we might lose half our army if the Leviathans have returned and the other half if they learn they are led by a woman."