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The knight was not faltering on his journey for a moment. All around him were signs of disaster caused by the Prince’s greed, but he would not let the horror sway him in his quest. The mangled bodies were fetid around him; despite the long age past they would not become bones, but stay as rotted reminders of the evil warlocks cursed magic. It was disheartening to see the size of some of the corpses, but to the knight it was fuel to his fire.
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A young knight stood atop a small hall on-looking the Shattered Kingdom. It stood before him, a mountain of worlds in frozen collision. Truly it was the horror that all kings feared in this slowly dying world, but luckily, it looked to be the only one to have such a fate.
“If you raise your eyes to the top of the kingdom you may see the castle still,” the hag told the knight. “There you will find the Prince with the Warlock, watching down upon his kingdom with a broken mind and an empty heart.” Richard slammed his against the door. It shook on the hinges, but wouldn’t give way.
“Rose, please, we’re family,” Richard spoke through the door. “You cannot spend your whole life trapped in that room.” “Not one so small,” Rose muttered painfully. |