The young heir sat along side his father's bed, his hand gently stroking the hair upon the old mans head. It had ben almost a half a moon since his father had strength enough to stand from his slumber. The healer stood over them across the room, preparing more potions to fight the illness which had taken the once powerful wizard off his feet. Lil' Logan couldnt believe his fathers health had faded so quickly, it was only a short time ago he and the guardians had rescued the virtuous items, from the evil wizard of The Wind Chaser.
He looked his father over, skin which once was darkened by the sun, had grown quite pale. The meaty parts of his skin had begun to stick tightly to his muscle and bones. He wouldnt eat now, nor drink fluids, only lie there motionless. No way for an HONORable man to die the young heir thought.
Lil' Logan, stood and made his way out of the room, passing his uncle's as he walked by. Down the greats halls of Olympus he strolled along, head down thinking of the days they spent as he grew up. No echo's of voices did he hear, as the capitol so quiet seemed empty. He passed the State room where Kaatya worked deligently on the upcoming agenda for the council meeting. Onward past the WAR room where Steel and his generals made plans of attack for future engadgements. Finally he came to a young legionairre, James, Hudson had him restringing instraments in the foyer. He started to stand, however he was motioned by Logan to carry on.
This would seem trivial to some but, it would be the way the Emperor wished it. The Order must continue on, never should a weakness be shown to others. The young heir could take it no longer, he walked out the doors of Olympus in search of answers...................