Long long ago, in a kingdom far far away, there was chaos in the air. The king didn’t know it, but the people were planning to kill him.The king was a good king, he didn’t use his powers for evil, but the people refused to believe that the king had a right to his throne.Therefore, on the fourth day of November, a group who called themselves the free clan (FC ) planned his unpleasant death at midnight.
“Your right” Said the bulky man named Calkern.
“We must do it tomorrow, as if the world depended on it”. 40 people in the room nodded.Calkern looked around at the FC.
“Who is willing to do the honers?” A women stood up.
“I will kill the king”. she said. Calkern grinned.
Thank you Killia, Im sure you will do well” The second in charge said. Then the FC filed out and Calkern looked outside at the blackness. Calkern looked at Feriolin, the second commander of FC.
“My wife Killia, will be our hero I’m sure” Calkern smiled “all we have to do is wait”
A thin farmer in the west; Feriolin looked tattered & weak beside his brother Calkern but unlike Calkern, he had a twisted insane evil mind.
Feriolin sneered, “Soon well will have the kings head at our feet the body cut up & burning & a new, better king sitting on the gold throne”
Farthenier stormed out the door with a small gold piece in his pocket. The 15 year old boy was frowning and fighting hard not to cry.he looked up & down the street before crossing A cart pulled rudely infront of him “watch were you going”the driver yelled.
“People these days! they dont pay attention to save their lives- Those greedy, rude, filthy-rotten liars!” He muttered. He watched as a chief policemen shoved a robber into a wall, screaming harshly & pushing the murderer aside. He fell down dead.
Life was hard living on the streets of the village for Fathenier. the bad guys always won. For a boy, you stole, defended yourself & repeat. he had worked for a scholar, he was well educated &smart.he slept in alleys &stole food from stores for it was the only way to live. Fathenier loved to write he wrote on the dirt ground & on walls with lonely markers. He had on a dirty shirt & pants & had green brave eyes. He spit at the ground & looked at the people passing by. he saw Frez striding toward him with his knight armer shinning bright. Bad news?
Frez stood over his little brother, his face full of sadness, love and worry.”dear brother- run out of this place…The end is sure to come”
Frathenier froze. “Where to? what happened?” Frez looked around & said, “To the country-deep into the woods. The king has been murdered!”Fratheneir’s mind whirled. If they killed the king they would want to kill him too. They knew all about Frathenier. “What about you, Frez?”
Frez looked at his feet. “I will be fine. I know a loyal farmer who will let me into his house with open arms.” Frathenier stared at a rock.
“I guess this is goodbye then”Frathenier said and sniffed. The two boys embraced, then Frez cried, “Now go, before they come looking.”Frathenier jumped up and sprinted towards the woods without looking back crying all the way & Frez waved at him until he disappeared.
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Rosalin skidded before the court. “my father has been killed” She gasped. “Well…this is horribly inconvenient ” said a shocked judge.Tears streamed down Rosalin’s face as she said,
” I want the murderer found & killed”
A judge shook his head “I’m afraid we can’t do that’”
“why?” Yelled Rosalin, frustrated .
The judge replied, “We don’t have the time or money to go execute someone. You’ll just have to do it yourself”
Rosalin glared at the court. “I’m not a murderer. I’m the princess. I don’t care about your troubles, I want revenge!”She screamed.
Hold on princess, Don’t go mad just yet. we say we won’t, but the general, when he hears your father passed, will obey you”Another of the 6 Judges said.
“Why should I listen to a traitor?: Rosalin, struck with grief whispered furiously The room was so silent it hurt innocent ears of judges. Because..The head judge started But was cut off from a loud bang of a door shutting Rosalin couldnt take it anymore She decided to call Frez.
Frez!”She called in the knights barracks Frez came running out to see what the princess wanted “Frez, I have a mission for you”Rosalin said. Frez bowed. “Yes my Lady?”He asked “Tell the general of the murder- I want you and two of the best wizards to find my half brother”She said. Frez bowed & hurried to where the general was in his comfortable office asleep “General sir!”Frez shouted. The general woke with a start.
“What?”The general demanded. Frez looked him straight in the eye. “Sir-the king is dead” The general was silent. “Explain!”He roared.The FC…I think they were behind the murder”Frez said “if say YOU THINK Because if you think..you have to just KNOW ok?”The general roared.
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