The Key By Sierra Gatrell
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Last published Tue, Oct 27, 2015
"I have a very important task for you, Micah, will you do it? No matter how hard it is?" the dying King asked.
Micah swallowed hard. He loved the King like a father. "Yes, whatever you ask."
"Find my daughter... protect her... with your life. I fear the Don is going after her..." the King trailed off in a fit of coughing, then struggled to pull a scroll from his belt. "This is a map to Evangeline." Then he was still.
Micah stood, numb. He couldn't feel anything. the King was dead and had left him with a quest and so many questions.
A man dressed all in black with spikes on his shoulders appeared out of the trees.
The stranger attacked.
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