A Sonnet For Summer

Nepotism, avarice and lunacy were synonymous with the Adelnorn’s dynasty for decades. The Lord’s tribulations went unheeded, commoners forgotten, and subraces spit upon. Whispers even placed commanders of the King’s legions murmuring desertion. So when a harsh, hapless winter thawed to a tepid spring, it came as no surprise that it coincided with war. Yet none supposed they rallied for invaders. Contrary to his majesties disparaging of the dutiful, the Shingo’s showered every triumph in exuberant festivity. Styling themselves ‘chosen’ conqueror’s, they landed on the northern tip of the continent and in little over a year had three countries kneeling. As they marched south from Albarezz, brash and emboldened, victory over an unprepared Martlhor appeared ever certain. Five years have gone by, and though reports vary on who is at advantage, it remains absolute that both sides are battered, bloodied and woefully stubborn. The overarching conflict is not the focus of this narrative but it serves to set the stage. Instead this story concerns the neglected, abandoned remnants of a country grappling to maintain order in a world devolving into anarchy. It centers around a small town in the heart of the Westlands, and seven outcasts who are family not by blood but by choice. It’s about a thug, a soldier, a con, a hero, a front, a flower, and a genius. And lastly it’s about how a single mistake can change everything.

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