• "YOU DID WHAT!?"
    Yelled a man with anger and shock mixed within one combination of a stern, stinging tone. He glared to the elder with long robes of white and purple whom sat before him and his red face.
    The large room they both resided in, along with several others, was a large king's den as some would call it, with a large chair at the very end of it's frame where this elder with a beard that ran down to the bottoms of his feet sat with frail authority. Designs of curling stone and figures ran along the intire lining of this extravigant, though quite powerful, display.
    "I'm am sorry Darvon...but I'm afraid it just had to be done." The elder responded with a low gentle tone, impaling his wrinkled eyes down upon the other opposite of his being.
    "Your highness!!! She was only a child and she was considered the prophecy!! The one who would be our savor and rid us of this dreaded curse that plagues you and I, hell this intire kingdom sire!!! What on this earth brought you to believe that ending her young life would help us!? Please! Tell me! What was it!!!" Darvon argued with great emotion in raising his gruff and booming voice to the boney creature that was wrongfully posted as a king.
    "Why....you ask, dear Darvon? Simply because by the time she grew into a fine grown women ready for the bitter taste of battle...there would be nothing for her to protect. Surely the south kingdom would've definately taken over this intire area of the world if we were to wait. We simply haven't the time." The king used a convincing, gentle though tough voice that would probably persuade any great man into thinking something differently then his own reasonings....though for Darvon....such ways did not convince him.
    "Yes....I see how that could've been an arising problem but I ask you once again, " before continueing, Darvon took in a deep breath as if trying to hold back a deadly urge to take that of his own kings head, thankfully he did not act upon such though instead, expressed himself in a different way,"...WHY KILL HER YOUR HIGHNESS!? WHY KILL THE INNOCENT SOUL OF A CHILD WHOM HASN'T EVEN GRASPED THE CRUEL ACTUALITY OF THIS WORLD?! WHY DO IT YOUR HIGHNESS!?! WHY!?" his voice was even more aggressive than before, his gruff voice scratched the lining of his throat he screamed so forcfully.
    "Because, great knight," the yelling...the scolding...just seemed to breeze right by the old senior, "....Just because of that....because of actuality. Because of this cruel world of ours....that is most of my reasoning young Darvon." He answered.
    "For mercy killing!?! Is that it!?" that was it...those words...were what lite his deadly flame...into an inferno, "YOU b*****d!!"
    As if to have had planned this before hand, Darvon whipped out a dagger hidden beneath his Steel plate armour and charged after the fragile atrocity upon the tainted king's thrown, yelling as if to be yelling a battle cry.
    "G-Gaurds!!...G-Gaurds!" The elder squirmed frantically in his seat, turning his head left from right to the others whom surrounded him.
    "DIE!!"
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