Renegades
Lost in skies of powdered gold
The Lost Son was a rumour, he was a fiend. A Kyrptonian gone rogue over three hundred Earth Years ago. He was a legacy, carried out by his high born apprentices. Essentially, the Lost Son was a rebel, or perhaps even a pirate.
My father is King Taranis of Amadon.
At the age of six he sent me away for school.
At the age of twelve I was sent to marry the Prince of Leedor.
At the age of seventeen he ordered me to kill my fiance.
And at nineteen he made me captain of his ship.
When the Lost Son took me hostage I should have seen it coming.
At the age of six he sent me away for school.
At the age of twelve I was sent to marry the Prince of Leedor.
At the age of seventeen he ordered me to kill my fiance.
And at nineteen he made me captain of his ship.
When the Lost Son took me hostage I should have seen it coming.
Caught in clouds of silver ropes.
