Fae Forest King

(c) 2009 Nick Egberts

The Haggard looking Huma child stumbled into the forest clearing, pushed my an odly smiling but exquisitly robed guard. The child's only remaining boot snagged behind a root and he fell flat on his face. "Tell me Filthling how are you known?" a lilting voice called. The child pushed its now very filthy form from the mossy floor and squinted against the odly violet sunlight. "Skrym, me Lord" the boy answered through bruised lips"of Firport" he added.
Skrym could not see who the voice belonged to, but it sounded haughty and that meant nobles, figured the young boy. "That will not do, such an ugly sound. Will not do one bit. You are Skrym no longer. Perhaps, in time, a better one will come to me, in a year or two, or you could go without. What use does a Huma have for a name anyway? " As not-Skrym's eyes ajusted to the glare he could make out the voice's form. Upon a molithic and vine covered throne sat a beatiful man. Alabaster skin, piercing golden eyes and a silver antlered crown was upon his brow. Not a mere noble then, but a King of the Forest!
Not-Skrym fell to the floor again mumbling obeiances all the way down. "Your lessons will start tomorrow Filthling-Child. Weep for your mother tonight, and the world you left behind, for tomorrow you will have forgotten"