[AW] [MEETING] What hand dare seize the fire?

[Jahin]

Jahin weaves through the crowd, struggling against the surge of citizens flocking to the courtyard. He can hardly get a good view—he is near the back, trying to catch a glimpse over the swaying crowd. Someone steps on his tail and he resists the urge to impale them upon his horn. He just needs to stay long enough to know what the hell is going on in the capitol and why people seem to have suddenly lost their minds. He wants to know why soldiers with unfamiliar insignia embroidered on their black uniforms march the streets. He wants to know who has invaded Solterra and why. He wants to know what type of creature lingers in the pale ghost’s shadow; a creature of darkness and nightmares. The creature’s eyes are bound and it lingers by the silver ghost submissively. I am your new king now… The words hit him like an axe to the chest. It fells him with one easy blow; he staggers, breathless, and just catches himself. His first thought, against his determination to remain unfeeling, unemotional…Sera, where are you? But she is not going to answer. The realization of her death settles like snow—unwelcome and resisted but the coldness seeps into his bones and to the depths of his marrow all the same. He recognizes very few faces—he catches sight of Teiran, he met her once during the blizzards—but then she is swallowed by the wave of citizens, now surging into a frenzied panic. Some cry out in agony and grief, mourning their lost queen. Many leave, but Jahin remains unmoving. Others solemnly stand before Raum, accepting their fate and the new future of Solterra. these scars long have yearned for your tender caress to bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own ---