A boy and a girl walked through a castle corridor. They crept past each door, making sure they weren't heard. "Father won't know what hit him." The boy whispered, snickering at his terrible pun. The girl sighed, "You must take this seriously. They will catch us if they hear us." The boy nodded and kept walking, being extra quiet.
Soon they stopped at one of the biggest, most expensive door in the entire castle. The girl quietly turned the giant, golden doorknob. She could remember the many times she had to polish it, as one of the many stupid chores she had to do. Soon she wouldn't have to do those chores. She smiled at that thought. They snuck into the room, which was ten times more expensive than the door. This was their father's room, who was the king of the Dark Magicians.
The girl nodded at the boy, and a bag that was made entirely of magic appeared in his hands. He rushed over to his father's bedside and covered his head with the black bag. The girl calmly walked over to her father and held out a finger. A black dagger appeared over his head, hovering in place at just the right angle. "Why can't I do that, Solar? Why can't you do the bag? There's literally no need for the bag." The boy complained.
Solar locked her brother with a hard stare, and he quickly shut up. She looked down at her father and smiled, "Goodbye, father." Then she lowered her finger, and before the whole kingdom knew it, the king was dead.
