I wake up in darkness, my hands and feet tied, my mouth gagged, my eyes blindfolded.
A voice comes from behind me, "I'm sorry, Jason, I had to." Angel.
I shake my head.
"It was for the better good."
I shake my head again.
"It wasn't!" I protest, but my mouth is gagged.
Something cold touches the back of my neck, and someone takes the gag from my mouth.
"Tell us all you know about magic and Atlantis. Or you go bye-bye."
"I know nothing about magic, and nothing about Atlantis, it's buried 2000 feet below sea level!"
"Then where'd you get this sword?"
"My father."
"He's lying!" Angel pipes up. "We were meeting each other in the dorm and he explained how he found this sword in the ruins of Atlantis!"
"Oh really?" The dagger presses harder into my neck.
"No, my father gave it to me."
"Angel, he is no use to us. Put him back to sleep. Forever."
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Academy Of The Royals (Draft version)
FantasyThis is really old and not really worth reading, it's very poorly written In a world made up of only kingdoms how do people have any freedom? Well some would say they don't, that's how that uprisings started. But what happens when rebels invade the...
