It was bittersweet, but Zeppelin knew that he had to make it as quick and painless as possible. This was intended to help everyone, but he was mostly doing it for his own sake. How had he allowed himself to become so emotionally attached to a place as humid and unappealing as the silent marsh? Why couldn't he have fallen in love with any other piece of land on Agrelos? It was making this whole thing awfully difficult.
He didn't keep many things in his den in Valhalla. Most of his important personal belongings were in his room in the palace in the Dark Dynasty (and he found it slightly ironic, how little he kept in the place where most of his stake was in). This made packing quick and easy, and he got it done almost as soon as he had stepped off the moss rock after the meeting. A few books, a pad of paper used for notes, and a couple of other trinkets, mostly gifts bestowed upon Valhalla by their allies' ambassadors. Nothing of huge personal importance. He gathered everything up into a bag and slung it onto one of his shoulders, slightly disappointed by how light it was. He knew people whose only life consisted of these marshes.
"Valhalla, it is time," came the call from the High King, if he could even be called that anymore. He glanced over his shoulder at his approaching Clanmates, a somber and almost faraway look in his eyes. He should be excited for this departure-- it would mean new and better things for both ColouredClan and Valhalla alike. He had barely even led Valhalla for three months. So why was he so attached already?
"As I said before, it has been an honor to serve all of you as your High King," he said to those who had gathered. "And I have much faith in Kukiko and Partypoison's abilities to lead. I'm certain that you all will be happy with them." He glanced out towards the border. "Now, we mustn't keep them waiting."
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