This was it. The thing I spent all my savings on. A powerful weapon, designed to create and destroy. This weapon was known to cause some of the most violent of wars, known to wipe out armies. A potion, one that could make anyone who breathed it in, fall crazy in love.
I was ready to start my plans and launch my attack on the kingdom. The one that took so much from me. I poured the vile into my special mist gun and threw on a mask. I climbed up the stairs to the highest level, which was a balcony, and sprayed it all around me. The mist slowly spread through the air, calling to anyone that would breathe it.
I sprinted down the stairs, and casually walked to the next building on the other side of the kingdom, then did the same thing.
I grinned behind the mask and left the kingdom. Three days until it takes effect. Three days until war.
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Story Prompts
AcakSo recently, I've been doing a lot of story prompts every day. I was wondering if they were good enough so I'll put them here. ^-^ Here's the thing, of a story gets tons of votes, I'll write a whole story on the thing. So vote to your hearts desires!
