Death of the Chief.

"Griefs retched cinders have burned holes through my broken heart, it's ashes have left me in dark clouds of endless sorrow, and in such a devastating time I must rationalize a decision. Lorian my son, so young; and fragile has been broken by the loss of his innocence. My only hope is the love, my people have known me to have -so much of, can piece back together the strength for your understanding at such a young age.."

Her cloudy sad eyes fell to the ground, with such an enormous pressure, she had little to no time to conclude a more logical response.. "yes.." she wept, heartfelt tears that dripped over her dark skin. " after three winters my son, will take his place. When life can once again resuscitate the remains of it's frozen, cruel heart, after the third winter, yes." "Diferion" Nelgar paused, "you shall maintain order until then" and with that Nelgar retreated back through the beaded doorway of her modest hut.