Chapter 2: The Trial
As memories flooded into his mind, he heard a sharp bark from the Elven judge.
Swiftly, he looked up from his day dream. Alceaos stood in what was the same hall from 10 years ago, the great Keirstaag Hall. All around him were people. His people. The ones he swore to protect and serve as prince and one day King, staring at him. A few Elven guards stood as statues; 2 on each side of him and 4 in front of a makeshift a Judges podium.
The Great Hall was staggering, as tall as 200 feet and wide as 100. The floor was carved out of Terramite, a rock only found in Volcanos with pillars that shot up high above. The banner of Keirstaag was layed across the thrones of Alduin and his wife Keidayha. 'What is this?' Alceaos thought. 'Who allowed the banner fall onto father and mothers seat?'
He stood at his own trial shackled in chains made from Adamantium that shaped and caught the light in the room. They were heavy, dark steel braclets held down to the floor-