Chapter 37: The Kingdom’s Pillar of Hahl “But why,” Nero moaned, dancing on his feet and shaking a finger at Shina. “Sehn, I wanna fly on the bird, and she said I could too.” Sehn crossed his arms and elevated his chin. He was not in the mood to argue. “I don’t care what Shina said, because I’m saying you can’t. You are not permitted to take to the skies before I do.” “And it’s not a bird,” Shina added in. “It’s a gryphon, and his name is Pancake.” Nero stopped walking and sat on the grass, kicking out his legs in front of him. “I’m not going anywhere until I get to play with Pancake.” Sehn held a hand to his eyes and filtered out the sun. He looked into the distance, off of the elevated hill and through the last stretch of the Valley. They were now close enough to the city to see its walls, dark slabs of granite stretching far higher than those of Koringrath. The walls formed a giant rectangle, stretching for miles around the Kingdom city. Hahl was built to withstand any foreseeable attack.
