shattered glass and broken hearts were the sounds that echoed the halls in the early morning. Bells echoed through the empty streets, and screams filled the small council room. Broken glass lay across the floor, the buzz of Aegons yelling blending into a mix of every emotion you feel. Your boy was dead.

“We were attacked! While we slept!” he screamed, an accusing finger pointed to anyone who dared speak in his moment of grief