Mythris couldn’t understand how the stone had become their king in the first place, that is until hearing it decree his banishment. Its voice rumbled forth from somewhere deep inside its craggy surface and there was little room to question its sincerity.
“FOR CRIMES AGAINST THE STONES WE DECLARE YE BANISHED! IF IT IS IN THEE TO RETURN, YE WILL BE CAST INTO THE CHASM! BEGONE YE TRAITOROUS STONE CUTTER!”
The guardsmen cowered under the blast of its voice but Mythris stood tall and said nothing. One of his captors gave a hard pull at the chain around his neck, pulling him down to kneel on the stone outcropping that lead to the Royal Boulder.
“Show some respect, eh? You know It coulda been a lot harder on you,” the guard snarled.
“It’s just a rock,” Mythris hissed under his breath.