Prologue to upcioming Novel

The gentle zephyr sifted through the northern window of the citadel. The reclusive tower of the citadel rose eight fathoms and a half above the tallest roofs of the beautiful white city of Nossar. The city was built by the adept hands of men Linar. It was said that the mortar mixed by the men of Linar held magic. The formidable city had withstood the sands of time, it had seen thousands of winters, dozens of great wars, and The Fault, and this was the testament to the claim.
The guards in the citadel were drowsy; the keen wind was soporific, obliterating any possibility of an alert watch. They were the best of the archers in the city selected and trained by the masters of The Yard, they were keen of sight, could gaze into leagues of battlement, but they were no guards. They were summoned by the king and commanded to keep a watch for a brown eagle flying westwards. The convoluted command had not given place for much doubt, for the air was rife with the rumor that The Sybil had spoken. The command to watch for this omen was all but unexpected. The connection was uncanny.
The high Seer seldom spoke, but when he did everyone took notice, for the great orb never lied, and as skeptics were noticing, it spoke naught but of foreboding ill. The last The High Seer had spoken it was in a spring two hundred and forty four years ago. The whole kingdom was thrown into a torpor. The then king, King Enueal the third, had ordered every host to ready for the eventuality, every able bodied man of the kingdom was armed, every armoury was emptied. The war beasts were untethered, and readied for war. The husbandmen of country were asked to fortify their villages. Hosts were armies were readied all through the Empire, from the Northern high passes to southern sea, from the Forest in the east to Fiery mountains in the west where the dragons.
The Empire had all but given up to mass hysteria, only the king’s rule had kept the Empire from disintegrating. He had journeyed through the empire under sun and moon, against biting chill and scorching heat, and his captains had been the sinew of the effort.
But no preparation was to stand against the fate, and the doom did befall. The Seer’s words were chilling when they had come, but they were accurate to the last syllable. The Fault had occurred. But this time, the king had taken up the challenge more surreptitiously. No one knew the exact words The Sybil had spoken, but the terseness was no less than last time.
The Empire was waiting with bated breath. The very air seemed to be heavy in the Upper Hall; the assembled captains had come back to report in on the errands they were sent on, in the preparations. But far away from the stifling air of the expectant city, far away indeed from the heavy wi-fi traffic of the city sat a Sage, keen blue eyes, a fleck of frost on his brow, gray and wrinkled into a thousand lines of age. The robe he wore was white but somehow it looked refulgent against the gray of the bower he sat in. He had chosen this place, under the white cedar tree, for the tranquility it offered. There he sat his fingers lithe on the keyboard keying in the final commands. And when the packet began to flow in, a smile broke upon the thin lips. He knew exactly what the seer had said, “Every ISP shall fail, every server shall crash, every table Reset. No Ethernet shall stand. The Network shall fall”, and as the fate would have it, he now knew exactly how to avert this crisis.

PS: The inspiration for this write up comes from Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien, Computer Networks - Andrew Tannenbaum, and a boring ETM Lecture of a Friday Morning, and as you might have guessed by now, I am not writing any new Novel, the title was simply a last thought, to complete the craziness.