The Rise of a New King
The courtyard was still filled with the sound of the people yelling. The people had been. You could still hear the crowd. The crowds chant was still echoing in the courtyard.
Then, all at once, silence.
The kind of silence that did not just fall. It pressed down on everything. The silence was a thing. It was the kind of silence that pressed.
The feeling was really strong. It weighed heavily on every person who was there. It was like the air was not moving all until the man who was standing in front of them said something. The man standing above them had to speak before anything else could happen.
