Despite having the least sleep, Harold was the one who woke first.
Although they had escaped the palace and had settled down far, far away, the entire kingdom was still visible.
Except now it was nothing but smouldering ash, the remains of a once prosperous land.
A land Harold and his brothers should have inherited.
But now it had been destroyed.
Completely vanished, as if it had never existed in the first place.
"Calm down, brother," whispered Edward from behind him.
He looked up blearily and yawned.
"Don't feel upset. We'll..."
His voice faltered.
"Sort this out... won't we?"
"Harold?"
John was awake now, his eyes wide and anxious.
Harold had turned dark again; he ceased to speak, respond and even ignore the presence of his own brothers.
And when he did that, something was VERY wrong.
Very wrong indeed.
Edward felt for Harold's hands.
"Listen, Eddie," he spoke in a voice barely audible."We can't disturb him, ok?"
"I know..."
Harold dropped to his knees silently and hid his sobs and tears away from his younger brothers.
He couldn't possibly tell them the whole truth.
Not just yet.
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