[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us The Sword was glad to have never taken hold of a throne within the Palace – that had been for Neron and Morgan, and neither he nor Evie were of such ilk. Instead of reigning high and mighty from an icy threshold, they’d given it back to the Halovian community, utilizing it for skyport transportation, an emergency shelter, and anything else vital, necessary. Tradition only went so far as the people who gave it power; the Sword could rule just as easily from his council halls, his barracks, or his home; it was the people, not always the place that granted those distinctions. Another flap of his wings and he was further upwards again, taking another long trajectory around the settled crag, peering downwards as they continued discussions. While Sohalia conceded the admission, that seemed to be the end of the conversation; so he drifted, listened, took another long, deep breath. The others probably had not been held for so long in the Family’s grasp, going solely on theory, his mind calculating the efforts. She had more time to sink her claws into it - to poison the very substance of the stone and the earth. Other lands didn’t have the roots lingering within their threshold for such a passing of time; and likely because they could be healed, mended, and Dahlia had guarded Stormbreak like a viper. Still, it does not make it any less tragic. For all the logic, reasonings, and thresholds to be found, it had still fallen, and the rest hadn’t. Caido has a way of changing things though. There were massive alterations after the war with the Ascended. Perhaps to show that the old, legendary fixtures hadn’t been the only ones in the past – one had to wonder just how many times things had fallen apart only to right themselves once more, hundreds of years later. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left