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    dots Submission Name: Gretulan: Section Fivedots

    Author: faded color
    ASL Info:    18/M/That one place
    Elite Ratio:    2.93 - 36/32/37
    Words: 363
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    dotsGretulan: Section Fivedots

    I followed the man quite some ways before grasping the dagger under my robe that I had found earlier. Its curved, sleek edge gleamed in the moonlight. I neared his back and held the dagger high, by the time he turned around, it was too late. As he lay on the ground, I picked up his journal. Grisham was on the front of it, must be the young lads name.

    A guard walked through the halls in the castle, up the main stairwell, through the frozen courtyard, and past the statues of previous rulers. A shadowy figure followed on the outside of the castle walls. His feet dancing off the side, his body hugging the wall, he followed the guard. The doors to the throne room were thrown open by the guard, he went to the King. The King asked what had happened, and as he did, the guard threw a curved, sleek dagger at one guard, and tackled another out the window. The King was alone, or so he thought. There was a shadow that entered the room, cool air and snow followed. The King stumbled backward onto his throne. The shadow manifested in front of him, it was Nikoli.

    “You’ll regret this! You demon, you!” the King frantically yelled.

    “The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner.” I whispered.

    I took a knife from which I grabbed in the dinning hall, and swiped at his neck, slitting his throat. He gasped for air, and gurgled the warm blood. While he squirmed, I thrust the knife into his chest, right over his heart. I maneuvered it around until there was a hole leading to his heart. I grabbed it, gave it a jerk, and ripped out his still beating heart as his shell laid there motionless. I tucked his heart in a satchel. On my way out, I ran into the Arch-Bishop. I reshaped his life.

    I left the town in utter destruction. No one was left alive, and I began my journey north. Between here and there, there are five more cities, lets pay them a visit.

    Submitted on 2008-10-02 16:45:06     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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