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Edgar stood on the edge of the cliff looking out at the Abime Sea. Blood dripped from his fingers. Behind him lay a lifeless carcass of what used to be his mother. Demetra had gotten pregnant from having sexual relations with the king of Impavido. When the queen found out, the king told her that Demetra was a witch, and that she had put a spell on him. The queen then banished Demetra to Jumeau Island. She gave birth to Edgar when she was 17 years old. As Edgar got older, Demetra began to get paranoid. She was tormented by her own mind. One night, when Edgar was 13, she tried to kill him. Her insanity had reached its peak. She began to speak in satanic tongues, sacrificing the island creatures, and hallucinating of other people and imaginary beasts. Valdemar, Edgar’s guardian, told him that he had to kill his mother. Edgar was enchanted by the idea, thus triggering the passion for homicide. Valdemar immediately saw darkness in Edgar’s spirit. He warned Edgar that if he continued this path that he would live a short life, but he didn’t listen. The murders turned into carnage. Soon he was the only one on the island. One night, while searching the caves in the murky swamps, he came across a troll.

            Edgar shouted in a bloodcurdling voice, “Who goes there?” The troll began to run. Edgar pulled a black dagger from his jacket. He lunged at the troll, pinning him down. Edgar slowly moved down to the troll’s face and whispered into his ear, “Tell me your name and why I shouldn’t kill you.” His voice was slow and unearthly.

            “Vachel,” the troll cried in a quiet voice.  He began to tremble. Edgar backed away from his face, and began to laugh. His laughter echoed off of the cave walls, but soon became terrified screams. He hoisted Vachel up onto the wall of the cave. Edgar’s eyes were black, as if he wasn’t human. He told Vachel that if he went to the kingdom of Impavido, and killed the king, he wouldn’t slaughter him. Edgar dragged Vachel out of the cave and to the cliff looking out over the Abime Sea.

“Can you swim?” growled Edgar.

“Yes,” whimpered Vachel. Edgar then threw him off of the cliff and into the water.

“You better start swimming Vachel,” roared Edgar, “the clock is ticking.” Then he walked off cackling into the distance. Vachel started swimming. When he reached the shore of Impavido, he stood up and fell to his knees. He blacked out falling face first in the wet sand.

He awoke in the castle with the king, the local priest, and Sir Edmund standing over him. Vachel jumped up and attacked the king biting his jugular vein. Sir Edmund grabbed Vachel thrusting him to the ground as the king fell limp onto the cold ceramic tiled floor with blood gushing out of his neck.

“Who sent you?” shouted Edmund.

“Edgar of Jumeau Island,” sputtered Vachel as blood oozed out of his mouth. Two knights rushed in grabbing Vachel’s arms and violently dragged him to the dungeon. Edmund rushed over to the king and picked him out of the pool of blood surrounding them. But it was too late; the priest said a prayer and closed the king’s eyes. Other knights came in and grabbed the king, to take him to the royal mortician. Edmund reached for the table, pulled himself off of the ground, and sat in a chair. An old man walked into the room. He was tall, with a black mustache that curled up his face, and had a scar on the left side. He wore a dark maroon robe that trailed behind him. He held a chain of moonstones. They sparkled from the sunlight streaming in from the stained glass windows.

“What a mess!  Someone is going to have fun cleaning that up” he said jokingly. Edmund looked up at the man with a revolted expression on his face.  “Oh how rude of me to not introduce myself. I am Valdemar,” he exclaimed. There was a long pause as he walked over to Edmund. “You know Edmund,” he said, “with the king well . . . Dead! You are now the rightful king of Impavido.”