"Let me go! Let me go!" I yelled in fruitless protest as the two strong, hefty guards on my left and right dragged me towards the throne room. I felt weak, tired and helpless. I had just been suddenly released from that hellhole called a dungeon after seven solid years because I was being summoned by that asshole king. It was a relief being able to finally get out of that box of a prison, but that didn't mean I was excited and all. I was still very much angered and embittered, and the pain had grown even more after all these years.
The doors of the extra large but sparse throne room flung open and the three of us(I and the guards) walked In. As we approached the king, my eyes landed on the different people, mostly elders, that stood by the sides of the room. There were many of them. Some looked at me with pity, others with disgust and disdain and the rest with mockery. Assholes. They were the main reason I was in this mess, and I felt like just grabbing a sword and chopping those big, fat, beard filled head off their bloated bodies.
I was drifted out of my thoughts by a thud, caused by my landing on the floor. I felt as light as a feather. Why wouldn't I? When all I had been eating for seven years was pink jelly and melted goop.
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The Broken Mission
FantasyAfter being set free from the dungeon dimension, former castleknight Ziphra is sent to the earth realm to reunite two humans whose spirits are connected and essential to the survival of the Sialans, a mystical race dwelling on another unknown part...
