Alternate Ending To A Hero's Journey Chapter 1

"Countess, there's someone to see you in the throne room."
Countess Dracora of Monarch's Glenn did not feel like doing anything, least of all meeting someone this early in the morning.
"Can it wait, Trenor?" The Countess moaned, wrapping her blankets over her head, wishing for that five more minutes of rest.
Trenor opened her bedroom door and shook his head. "Afraid not."
She uncovered, sitting up and rubbing her eyes, letting out a loud roar as she yawned. "Who is it, then?" She asked. "Why is it so important to wake me so early?"
Trenor laughed, "It's two in the afternoon, Countess."
She watched as he opened her wardrobe and picked out a dress-pant outfit that would show her as the monarch of Monarch's Glenn. "Ah, here we go. A rich pine …show more content…

"I would be honored if you let me help you."
Dracora shot him a glare. "I can handle it, thank you. Now, who is waiting for me in the throne room?"
She headed to the adjoining bathroom to wash up and change clothing. Trenor stood outside the door, waiting diligently for her to open it once she was done.
When she did, he smiled at her. "Lord Brakkon's ally from the Mystic Realms."
Dracora stopped for a moment, trying to think. "Lord Guardian O'Dell?"
"Yes, Countess."
Dracora moaned. "I can't stand that man sometimes." She sat at her vanity and gave Trenor the brush for her hair.
"Nor can I, but he deemed it of great importance." Trenor brushed her long black hair, tying it back with a small plait that wrapped around her coronet.
"Did he tell you anything?" Dracora asked him, standing when he was finished.
"Only that it had to do with the Empress." Trenor watched her face for the expression he was expecting.
As he thought, Dracora was silenced, staring into space and whispering. "Adellandra."
"Yes, Countess." Trenor said quietly. "That was the only reason I let him bother …show more content…

Once taking her position on her throne, and Trenor took his position on her right did she notice a man ahead of her.
He had flowing silver hair the light played with to show a prism of color. His dark eyes were troubled, saddened with a deep grey and he was biting his lower lip.
"Lord Guardian O'Dell of the Mystic Realms." Dracora spoke, and O'Dell finally looked up at her. "What do we owe the pleasure of your company?"
"I only wish it were pleasure." Lord Guardian O'Dell's voice wavered. "My brother is at it again."
"Which one?"
"Orthos." O'Dell forced, afraid of what that name may entail. "I have seen it."
"Control your ravings, O'Dell." Countess Dracora commanded. "Approach and explain."
O'Dell walked slowly up to her before bowing. "Orthos will destroy me in his next war." He explained. "Hundreds of Companions will perish at his hands."
"Why come to me?" Dracora asked. "I have nothing to do with your realm, Lord Guardian. I only see to my own people."
"That is why I came, Dracora." O'Dell rose and faced her. She could see his eyes changing from grey to white, the color of a Mystic's when in a prophetic trance. "Orthos will destroy your people,