Story about a young prince setting out to end the tyranny of his uncle, the king who seized the throne from his father. He is aided by a group of thieves and a witch. They declare a town independent after overthrowing the government in that area. Th...
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Lewis:
We arrived at my so called feather's manor house, that night, myafter a long, excruciating journey of listening to my brother and his girlfriend talking. "Ok." I said, turning to the pair of lovebirds. "Here's the plan. We sneak into the manor, and kill Zachariah. Then, we take out the rest of the force one by one." Nicholas and Isabella nodded their acceptance to the plan.
We tied the horse and cart to the side of the building away from where the guards would be, before finishing a window that was ajar a bit on the ground floor, propped it open, before climbed inside. We began to creep towards the corridor, but before we reached the room's exit, a soldier walked past the room. I pushed the others back into the room, and gestured to them to be quiet. I carefully drew my sword, and walked into the corridor, crept towards the soldier, who's back was facing me, before slamming the hilt of my sword onto his head, knocking him out, before pulling the body to the room.
Then, we snuck up to General Zachariah's room. I peered into the room through the crack in the door. I saw General Zachariah, hunched over a desk, evidently asleep. "Come on. We've got him." I said. We burst into the room, drew our swords and surrounded the general. We expected him to jump up and defend himself, but he stayed still. I eyed to my brother to go and check on him. Nicholas pulled on him, and Zachariah fell to the ground, his face facing up. Now, we could see, he had a couple stab wounds in his chest and a slit through his throat.
His body was cold. Evidently he had been dead for a long time. "How didn't the guards find him?" Isabella asked. I walked out the door, then following. "I have a theory." I said. I found the guards body, and undone his shirt, to find..."a dragon tattoo. It seems the king's men have prematurely done our mission." Nicholas realised. We began to return home soon after.
