Part 6

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But one day, on the road I asked someone. I asked them if they knew where Hazel was.

"Yeah. She was taken to the palace, a couple of years ago." I reached behind me, to my belt, and grabbed my small, but sharp knife, and I slowly inserted it in his abdomen.

"What happened to her?" I asked, as I pushed against the handle of the knife, driving it further into his stomach, causing him to yelp in pain. 

"Please stop!" He yelped, in obvious pain, "I don't know what happened to her!"
I pushed the knife deeper into his stomach, twisting it to cause more pain.

"She's okay!" He screeched "She's safe in the palace okay?!"
I smiled, and took the knife out of his stomach, he fell to the ground, clutching his stomach.
I then clutched the knife with both my hands and stabbed him in the throat. His face froze and his limp, lifeless body was left on the ground, his face frozen in a state of eternal shock and pain.

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