'~WARSICK: A Never Ending Battle~' Skephalo Edition-Book 1

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Darryls POV:

"No! Get your hands off of me!" Jschlatt demanded loudly as guards had his hands behind his back as they dragged him to the dungeon where he'd later be beheaded.

Murdering or attempting to murder a royal is strictly forbidden in the Woodland and anyone who has done so will face the death penalty and shall have their head cut off with an ax. This would send Jschlatt back to where he'd had come from; the pits of Hell.

One thing ran through my mind though; how had Jschlatt gotten his hands on Cedron? There's no way he knows how to summon a dragon, let alone just randomly find one and tame it. I heard the clicks of heels against the marble floors coming towards me and Zak. I turned around to see Mrs. Windward. "I am so sorry about that . . . A dragon seemed to have been summoned by someone, perhaps Jschlatt, to cause mayhem . . . I have a feeling my sister has something to do with this."

"Wait, you have a sister?" I ask. "Yeah, Ms. Stillberry. She's always been a little . . . corrupt. She doesn't seem interested in doing any good. I think she finds joy in seeing people suffer and die . . . ," Mrs. Windward replied. "Oh . . . Do you think she could have possibly helped Jschlatt and summoned it for him?" I asked.

"I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if she did."

The faint sounds of defeat and dread were heard near the sea, close to where Cedron resided; under the powerful waves of water, surrounded by coral, sand, and seaweed. All three of us turned our attention to the sounds of grief. Ms. Stillberry was on her knees in the sand, her hands in the water. You could hear her wailing Cedrons name in despair as she mourned. "No! Cedron! Whatever will I do without you?" she cried. "I knew I shouldn't have summoned you to help Jschlatt . . . it was too dangerous . . . and now, you're gone, . . . forever."

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