Sheen was looking so majestic even in her current condition. I lost my guts to walk any nearer, but not with Lord Don. He approached Sheen's body like they knew each other for long. Sheen was looking so majestic even in her current condition. I lost my guts to walk any nearer, but not with Lord Don.
He approached Sheen's body like they knew each other for long. Strange if I could say. After all these ages, even her tale was almost forgotten, her blood was still wet on her mummified body. She must've been one great witch that even The Tyrant feared her. That meant Tyrant defeated Sheen only after he deceived her. I believed he wouldn't stand one blow from Sheen in one on one fight alone. Lord Don looked very happy and tried to free Sheen by loosened up those bandages and took her out of her coffin. What was on his mind? Sheen was not looking so great anymore after all the bandages that covered her body had been cut loose. She was not more than a pile of rotten meat on broken skeletons. A very very broken skeleton like someone cast the hammer of god spell to smote her. But that was not Tyrant's doing. Unless Tyrant had Paladins under his control. And that was not a good thing to be against with. Paladins were the royal knights imbued by the power of gods. Some of them turned their side when they found something more interesting when they did their errands. I had a fight once with their kind. Stupid reasons it was. I mocked their King. And the result was known even before I attacked him. My movement was getting slower, my power got decreased, every single step I took to get closer cost me extra energy lost. And the sad part was... he was just standing there waiting for me to launch my attack. But I couldn't. The victory was his. But Paladins were great men. He helped me up and then he cured me. And he told me, that no one should mock anyone, even the king himself. Lord Don was disappointed about what he saw. He really thought Sheen would be looked like in her picture he found in my book. I interrupted his silence and made sure he listened to the end of the story I told her about Sheen... About what fate Sheen met. Suddenly, Lord Don cried, his imagination in picturing Sheen being tortured in my story was nothing like this rotten and broken body laid in front of him. I knew from that moment in the village when Lord Don summoned The Wyvern. A small portion what's left of Sheen had been stuck with him. Then I had a very big concern... what if Sheen wanted a revenge? |
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