enchvnter:
begotten-soul:
The audience murmurs grow louder. Challenge the King? How interesting indeed. I wonder what will happen. A loud boom echoes throughout the royal court when she taps her staff onto the ground to silence the crowd. “Oh?” Her smile fades as quickly as it came. It’s rare for one to bestow such words to the Fae. Usually, it is her who bestow the foolish with a game or two.. And it wasn’t such a simple game but a challenge no less! “Games and riddles run through my blood.What do you have in mind?”
“Tis a simple challenge.” A mischivious oxymoron indeed but he knew they’d like the play on words. “I am a soul without a face, a mask without a color. If you and your people can render such a state and make it whole, thou will be gifted with a gift unlike any man could offer you.”
“I want you all to make me anew. A face. A man. If you can do such a brilliant show of magic as they say your kind our capable, your challenging game shalt be won. Do thou and her minions wish to try and play this game of mine? What say you?” The hooded figure asked, turning to face the crowd an then their King with curiosity.
