The Last of the Last Good King Travis J. Rodgers It was in that cool chamber, all alone, with the sounds of pitched combat outside the door, that Doracles realized that his life was ending. His dearest wife Eridani was either dead or would soon be dead. The bodies of his sons, Dorani and Golos, had been found earlier in the day. Where Kalani, his youngest child was, Heaven alone knew. Al-Alamra, his most trusted friend and Master of Horse, had delivered the final message only moments ago: mercenaries had gained entrance to the castle by force or fraud. Countless were dead in all corners. Eridani, who not twenty minutes earlier had gone to bed and ordered him to follow not soon after, was last seen dashing into the servant’s quarters, chased by cruel men with crueler weapons. Having delivered the message, Al-Alamra had snapped shut his helmet, steeled himself, and dashed out into the fray. The door behind him had closed, and the bar had slid back into place, locking it. ...