Prologue

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"kill him! Off with his head!" "Kill the tyrant!"


Amidst the shouts and jeers of the crowd, a hooded lad was being escorted to through the ocean of people, towards the guillotine.


"kill the tyrant! kill the bastard! off with his head!" "off with his head!" the continuous chorus of the crowd echoes through the plaza, synchronized as one.


The hooded lad looked up, serpent green eyes taking in the sight of the guillotine. So this is how I die? he chuckled, then closed his eyes and thought of his life before that point in time, clearing the shouts of the angry people behind him.  

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