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Something from another world

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An army in the bloodiest battle seen in the land for ten generations marched home. Battered and broken, they rode in silence. Lead by their crushed Lord.
The king cradled the item, took from his finest Knight's dead hands, as he rode to his castle. It beat in his palm.
"My Lord, you shod cast it into the river. It's a trap, I feel it in my bones." His fork tonged advisor galloped to his side.
"Nonsense, now back of the line."
"Yes my Lord". He soon slunk back into the long march of soldiers. Shortly lived candlelight lite their way. Along the marching line of men, one by one, the wax drained,the men faded into darkness.
The object started to beat in eradicate fashion. Long pauses followed by quick pulses. The king couldn't squeeze the object into submission, it shoot up above his head. Twirling as if possessed, beaming blue light.
"It's a sign. Carry on men. Steven of Stonewall watch's us all. Hold your heads up high. Onward!" A tear came to the King's eye.
The advisor slowed his horse to a crawl, no one noticed. The little snake slithered on top  his horse into the woodlands watching the battered brothers in arms march toward the castle.
The Morning came early but the King need answers.
"What do you make of it?" The King asked the wizard in his tower.
" It is fascinating truly."
Scratching his brow, under his long pointy hat.
"Made of an unknown substance, none of earthly decent anyways."
The King responded with "Obviously, did it come from the netherworld?"
The Wizard took out a long golden wand and was inching towards the object. "Perhaps, though in my travels below I never seen anything such as this."
As the wand touched the object a sound wave boomed outward, shattering every vial and pot. The King rolled to the ground holding his ears on the floor boards.
The blast was herd for miles.The small band of hooded men approaching the castle could hear it quite well.
"I told you my Lord."
"Yes, you did quite well. I guess I can forgive you, for your mishap last night." The tall man draped in black spoke with disgust.
The advisor scurried away.
"Steven's little secret, at last." The tall man raised his arm. One of his companions tossed his cloak to the side reviewing the bow underneath.
A plucking was softly herd from the tower. The King hoisted himself to his feet and raced down the tower shouting "We are under attack! Wake up!"
They flooded the gates, ramming the wooden doors down. With swords and axes they slaughtered the soldiers.
The clocked gang made there way up the tower. Slashing as they went toward the top. They caught the old Wizard unexpectedly, rushing into the room.
The tall man leaped for the object in the room's center. Soon, a pile of bones fell to the ground before it.