Knights of Kinglypalms

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I dashed towards the door. It was almost closed. I began to tear up. I couldn’t let Mom and Dad lose another kid. I wouldn’t allow King Wilmot to do this again.

I turned around and ran to the marble staircase. King Wilmot just turned around and began to pull himself through a velvet curtain.

I ran to the top, now the guns were all aimed towards me. Bullets penetrated my elbow, my hand, my lower leg; bullets skinned the top of my head, my legs, arms, body.

He didn’t realize I was behind him. “Infanticide! You beau-nasty piece of frenchifiedSlubberdegullion!” King Wilmot turned around and I leaped onto him, gripping his face.

I pulled him to the ground and punched his face five times, I more than likely broke his nose. I punched his gut, but he slipped his hand out from underneath my foot and he slapped me across my face. I fell to my side and he drew his sword.

“You thought you could defeat me?” He said with a smirk, “I know you; you’re a mischief maker in Cimcot. You’re the one person in all of Kinglypalms that disrespects me. You’re the only one here that couldn’t care enough for the fact that I at least give you food, that I keep you alive, that I was kind enough to keep your little family alive and intact!” He pulled the sword back a little.

“You piece of nasty snollygoster! You will not harm, or bring my family into it!” I punched the sword out of his hand and rolled him over. I hit him over and over again.

I got up and sped to the sword. He was getting up again. “My Family worked out without your help!” I started to run towards him with the sword in front of me, “if I die,” the sword penetrated his stomach, “I want to die nobly.” I watched him drop to the ground. I grabbed the sword, twisted it and pulled it out of him.

I walked out to the top of the marble stairs. The scene, the horror of the scene. Blood was spread across the windows and walls, corpses were spread across the room.

I turned into the room where I fought the king, he was one of the corpses among the others now.

I walked to a staircase to Master Balcony, I walked to it. Opening the door, trumpets went off.

I laughed, they thought it was the king. When I came out there were gasps. Many people shouted at me for the king. I walked to the edge of the balcony. I stood on the thick, stone railing and held the sword in the air triumphantly.

There were shrieks and gasps, then an uproar of cheers and claps.

I smiled, I was a hero to my country.

I looked down. There was a bloody hole in my stomach. Another one formed next to it. I dropped the sword and fell to the ground in front of Middlemoon Castle.

I heard cheers and saw my little sister run to me and pull me to my feet. I looked down to my body and followed my little sister to peace.