I apologize for this being short, I would've made it the description but it would've be too long. I hope you enjoy! ~Al
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A young man sat on the ground, staring intently into a crystal. In it was a tyrant king, a confused young prince, and an infuriated witch.
The king and witch were arguing, things were getting out of hand, swords were drawn and yet the witch continued on. Her eyes flashed a brilliant gold, and the king was on the ground, body seizing up, eyes bulging out of his head, choking on the frothy saliva coming out of his mouth. Within an instant the guards and the prince advanced on her, but she was long gone in a cloud of purple smoke.
Smiling, the man put the crystal beside him and stood from his position, walking outside of his tent. Outside, people were bustling about, there were children of all ages playing around the unlit campfire. It was peaceful.
Once the man walked out of the tent the chatter stopped, heads turned to look at him, some people bowed their heads in respect, but those close to him just smiled and continued on with their actions.
He strode silently towards a group of men huddled off to the side of the commotion. They stopped their conversations as he reached them, each one looking at him.
Then, without opening his mouth, he told them the news.
"It is time. The tyrant king has fallen."
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Fanfiction"It is time. The tyrant king has fallen." <><><><><><><><><><><> • arwen and freylin, not merthur • has swearing • probably will have drinking (it's got Gwaine in it, do you expect anything less) • probably blood • slow updates :,(
