The King of Terror

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Chapter 1--The Room of Death

There the old man sat, leaning on his throne for support. Light angled from the windows, making him look fearless and powerful despite his age. His beard, white as snow, brought out the bloodless color of his skin. A crimson red glowed oddly on his body as if producing a magical substance. On top of his head was a golden crown with gems of ruby, sapphire, and emerald that never stops glowing. Suddenly, a group of peasants with knives and swords walked into the room.

“What do you want, and it better be good.” The king growled because of the waste of time.

"We need money,” they whimpered, shaking in fear.

“Not my problem,” the king puffed. “That’s why you work for me, ten cents a week, best price in the kingdom.” He grinned.

“That is not the best price!” The smallest of the peasants howled. “My brother gets 8 times more than me.”

One of the peasants stomped forward. “That’s why we are here; to take that’s worth all we’ve done for you, such as you’re crown.” He snickered devilishly.

The peasant softly put his hands together, tapping his fingers tip to tip. The silence settled; tension rippled through the crowd.

“Attack!” Shouted the tallest peasant.

“Guards!” The king shouted as he jumped off his throne.
 
Footsteps clattered, growing louder. Crash! The doors flew open as guards flooded the room.

“Don’t just stand there, get them!” he boomed.

To the king it looked like a morbid ballet, full of death and destruction. It wasn’t long before peasants lay on the ground, dead.

One lone little boy stood among the bodies, crying and whimpering in the corner.

“No one will ever touch my crown but me!” The king’s voice echoed in the hall.

Footsteps of the guard clinked closer to the helpless child. The kid shook, scooting towards the wall. Sliver light blinded the boy as the guard slinked behind the child, grabbed his spear from his back, and yelled as he stabbed the child through the heart. The child screamed, sobbing, then fell to the ground eyes staring at the hazelnut door as if waiting for someone to come and save him.

“That’s better. “the King sighed and stomped through the dead bodies that scatter the floor.

He stopped at the door and glared at the child then left.


Chapter 2--The Town's Meeting
 
Town’s people gathered at the old, brown, wooden steps of the bakery.

“He killed so many peasants; many of them may be family members of all of you!” Ryan, the baker, shouted, standing next to his sobbing wife. “He must have killed my son,” he whispered. Luckily no one heard.

“We have to go stop him, kill him!” shouted the butcher.

“I know, I know!” exclaimed Ryan. “But first, I think it’s best that we attack at night when there aren’t as many guards.” He stepped on a wooded box that lay near him.

“That makes sense” most of the village mumbled in agreement

“Let’s have a voting, come forward if you have a different idea, “Ryan yelled

No one wanted to step forward.

Ryan’s voice echoed through the trees. “We will leave the women and younger kids. Men start getting your weapons, we leave at dark. Then come to the park when dark, so I can tell you the plan.”

The day past bye slower, much slower, than expected. Kids looked around the house for their fathers weapons as if the weapons were playing hide-and-seek. Wife’s cried to think that they may have to take care of their kids alone. All of the sadness flooded the town.

Later that night black and gray figures rounded the corner heading closer to the park.

When Ryan got there he was spooked at the scenery. Shadows streaked across the afternoon sky barely showing the tall camel colored grass. Stone had little lines and squiggles, making them look like tombstones. Ryan shuddered at the thought of the park being a graveyard.

“Okay, this is how it’s going to be Jeff, Sid, and Todd will go around the back of the castle and distract the guards so we can sneak in. Then 2 of you will hit the guards with metal tools on the head. Make sure to hide the guards or it will be too obvious. Then we will go in the castle and try to kill the king.” Ryan whispered at the men.