The First Two

Gottfri had mentally prepared himself for being in close proximity to his father's powerful mind. He had not been prepared for his sheer physical presence. When the doors opened, the Emperor stood towering and radiant in golden armour of incredible complexity. It was like the power and brightness of a star had been condensed into a single being. After a momentary pause, the Emperor strode forward, attended by three warriors in golden armour carrying pole arms with rifles attached to the shafts. Taking a moment to distract himself from the walking sun, Gottfri peered into the minds of his senators. All worry, fear, and anger had evaporated and been replaced with awe. Simple, profound awe. If the Emperor had asked of them to resign their positions and come serve him, Gottfri had no doubt that he would be left with an empty chamber. As the Emperor came forward, Gottfri managed to glimpse the rest of the retinue entering the chamber.

The other giant proved to be a great contrast to the Emperor. What had once been pristine, white armour had long been repainted by the battlefield. Alexandros could count well over 600 scratches and small dents over it. The white had long faded as the original steel grey struggled to break through. It fought against a layer of aged dirt and debris. A few sections looked like they had been stained by several strands of ancient blood.

Alexandros was thankful that it did not smell.

Despite towering over everyone beyond the Emperor, the giant’s gait was measured and suspicious. His brilliant blue eyes stared straight ahead beneath brown locks, attempting to keep most of the room within his line of vision. There was a contained energy in his march, a readiness for violence.

Overall, Alexandros wasn’t sure to make of these contradictions. Power yet wariness. Height yet suspicion.

This is my older brother, Alexandros thought to himself as he offered a cheerful smile toward him. [[Category:F]]