The Trozel Tragedy

With the new coming of a jester, mysterious things have been going on in the kingdom of Trozel, including many deaths from the villages inside.

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So uhm...I've come to the conclusion that I'd like to change many things in Trozel, including the name. So I think I'm going to delete the blog and reset the story, make it different than how it had started. This way I'm going to plan on which chapters will be released then and etc. So until then, keep a watchful eye on my (flip-thekid) blog, Mitch's (mitchsoul) blog and Nick's (outrotoanal) blog

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There is only one god and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: 'Not today.'

George R.R. Martin

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Sorry about the inconvenience!

So this week chapter 4 will be postpone until next week. I (flip) haven't really been able to work on it since school work and coming back from break and etc. So the chapter will be coming next week!

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Chapter 3

(Hey it's Mitch posting this chapter, due to Flip being a little tied up at the moment! Hope you enjoy, sorry if the story line is too slow.)

The sun shone brightly in the sky, birds chirped overhead and sounds of children playing were heard as Mitch rode through town, having Flip sit behind her, backwards and seeming awestruck by the stone work of the path, shops and fountains. The mumbles of villagers were vaguely heard around them, mainly things similar to ‘Is that a new knight?’ or ‘Why is the most trusted knight, bringing a weakling along through town.’ The younger one didn't seem to mind though, only showing joy and wonder.

“You should turn around before you fall off.” Mitch suggested, looking back to Flip.

“Eh, I’ll be alri- Ah!” She replied before falling forward, managing to do a front flip of sorts, landing on her back. Mitch released a small sigh, stopping Ezekiel, her horse, and climbing off.

“Are you alright? You could have really injured yourself. Luckily we’re already here.” Mitch gave a small smile, seeming to leave the younger girl alone about being right. The knight moves, tying Ezekiel's reins to a post so that he wouldn't run off. “Come on then.” Flip quickly stood up, following the older one through a dark wooden doorway. Quickly they were greeted with a short, peaceful looking, bald old man.

“Good morning Mitch! It’s a pleasure to see you once more! Oh, and who do we have here?” The man asked, having a kind smile as he looked over to Flip.

“This is the Kingdoms new jester. The king has requested that you create an outfit using the kingdoms colors.” Mitch replied. The man nodded, pulling out a slip of paper from a pocket on his pants.

“Ah yes, he sent a note about it. I already have an available layout for the outfit, all I need is measurements!” The man said happily. “Only shoulders, waist and arm length.” He added, seeming excited to create the outfit.

“Well what would you like me to do?” Flip asked.

“Just spread your arms out. It will only take a few moments, I promise!” The old man replied, pulling out a long thin piece of leather, which had markings and numbers on it. Flip spread out her arms, and watched as the man walked behind her, running the leather strip along each arm. He then held the piece a bit above her head.

“All done!” The man said, walking back to the counter and writing something down with a black quill.

“That quickly?” Flip asked, turn the look at the man.

“Yes. Did you expect it to take longer?” Mitch replied, who was currently leaning against the wall.

“Well... yes.” Flip lingered on words, turning her head towards the older knight.

“Why? All he has to do, is take your measurements, then he already has everything else. He takes the measurements to the fabric, and then cuts it. Obviously, he then sews it together and then the clothing is finished. But of course it’s not that simple. He’s the best I know.” Mitch smiles, her hands making subtle movements, showing that she often talked with her hands as well, a very vivid speaker. Her brown eyes shifted from Flip’s face to the man,and there was a small hint of curiosity. “I actually was wondering Ven, can I speak to you for a moment?” The knight smiles, dropping her hands to her sides again.

“I- uhm…” Flip began though fell silent moments later.

“Of course dear!” The man replied, sliding the measurements for the outfits aside.

The knight looks to the shorter girl, and gives her a small pat on the shoulder. “Wait outside with Ezekiel, I’ll be there in a moment. I have business to discuss with Ven here.”

“Uhm...Okay.” She replied, walking outside and climbing atop of Ezekiel, waiting. The male horse snorts through the nose, before flicking his tail in what seems like annoyance.

Inside, Mitch moved to Ven's table where he had put down Flip’s measurements. “Ven, I have direct orders from the king, alright?” She took a folded piece of paper from her trouser pockets, and placed it upon the table, fingers sliding it to him.

“Direct orders? Exciting, I’ll seek to them as soon as I can!” He replied, taking the paper and putting it into a shirt pocket.

“I’m glad. Thank you again. I should be back in a few days to retrieve the Jester’s uniform.” Mitch’s eyes shifted, following the paper until it disappears into the man’s pocket. She says her goodbyes before moving outside, and upon seeing Flip on Ezekiel’s back, she grins. “You aren't going to fall off again are you?” She untied Ezekiel’s reins before getting onto his back. The knight slowly turns the horse around, but doesn't move, Mitch’s eyes shifting and moving over the people walking about the streets of the town.

“Hopefully not, though it’s still a possibility.” Flip replied, sliding back on the saddle, leaving enough room for Mitch to climb on. “Anywhere else?”

The knight let go of the reins with one hand and raises her hand, fingers long and skinny, up to her head. She runs her fingers through short cut brown hair, before nodding. “Yes, I have to check on Bella.” Mitch turns her head, looking around as to not hurt anyone before snapping the reins gently, making Ezekiel move. She leads them to a stone small hut, a tarp like cloth for a door cover. Mitch once more slips off her horse’s back and ties the reins up to a small pole before holding out a hand to the young soon to be jester.

“Bella?” Flip asked, taking the knights hand and stepping down, seeming curious as to whom ‘Bella’ was.

“Blacksmith, she makes my weapons and armor.” Mitch answers with a slight nod of her head. “Go inside, see for yourself. She makes amazing weapons. Might be to your liking.”

“Maybe..” Flip replied, walking towards the door, though waiting for Mitch to lead.

They slip into the blacksmith’s shop, once inside, the heat rolls over them, warming their faces. The walls are covered in weapons, shelves covered in tools and armor. The place is filled. A woman stands with her back to them, moving a blade out of the fire, and she dips it into a large basin of water, steam and a loud hiss erupting. Mitch grins and gives a small whistle. “Hello Bella.”

“You know my name is Isabelle, nothing more, nothing less.” The woman replies, turning. She looked young, only a few years older than the knight. Her hair was black and tied up to keep out of the way, wearing a thick leather body apron to keep her safe. “Come for your new sword?”

“Yes, that and I wanted to show the new jester your works. Thought she might enjoy seeing your valuable weapons and armors.” Mitch smiled, resting on hand on her hip.

“I uhm...Yes.” Flip said a bit quietly, now seeming to be more of a shy person.

Mitch looked over at the younger girl, and raises an eyebrow. “Flip, this is Isabelle Jelson.. Bella, this is Flip.” Her lips curl up slightly as she looks back to the blacksmith.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Flip.” Bella gives a half smile and moved over, hands and forearms dirty, and held out a hand to shake.

“You too.” She replied, shaking hands with Bella, and having somewhat of a light grip.

Bella released the young girl’s hand, before moving back to her station, but instead of going back to the sword in the water basin, she leaned over a tightly woven tall basket, and pulled out a bright shining sword. The hilt was black and seems to wrapped in some sort of leather strips. Engravings show faintly near the base of the sword, but they are hard to make out. Bella stepped back over to Mitch, holding it out. The lean knight takes it into her hands, flipping it over slowly a few times, letting her eyes skim over the blade. She glanced up at Bella. “May I?”

“You may.” Bella held up her hands as if to say; ‘I have no control’. The knight shifted, taking a few steps away from the jester and the blacksmith, before quickly taking a few swings with the new sword. Heavy enough to cause damage and go with muscle, but light enough to move swiftly and fast with movements. The knight took note of these traits.

“Thank you.” Mitch whispered after a while, holding it still again. “Flip, see? Isn’t it good?” Mitch raised the sword a little, but held tight on the sword. Isabelle in the meantime has grabbed a sheath for it on a belt. The two seem to share a glance before Mitch sheathes the sword and puts it upon her hip.

“That is...I’ve never really seen a sword being wielded with such skill before.” Flip replied, wonder shining in her icy blue eyes. Mitch blinks a few times, staring down at Flip.

“Really?” The short haired knight shakes her head, clearing her head a little, hair ruffling. “Thanks again Bell, we should be off..”

“It’s Isabella!” The blacksmith responds, looking back over her shoulder from her workstation. To her astonishment, Mitch is already pushing Flip out the door and on the horse. The older woman stepped to her doorway and watched as a young child rides off on a horse, with a new kingdom jester. Her lips curled lightly at their corners.

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Human beings in a Mob

What's a mob, to a King?

What's a King, to a God?

What's a God, to a Non-believer...

Who doesn't beleive in anything?

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Chapter 2

(Sorry for it being late! From now On most of the Chapters will be posted on sunday afternoons)

The door creaked open, showing a tall masculine figure with jade green eyes, closely cropped and messy blonde hair, and a distinguished scar crossing the bridge of his nose. Flip jumped up, surprised by the intrusion.

“Can...can I help you?” She inquired. He flashed a slight grin that crinkled his nose.

“I’m supposed to come and get you. King’s orders. I do hope you’re...Skyriz? Gods, what a mouthful,” he rambled, huffing a bit. She felt a smile creep across her face as she followed the stranger out the doorway.

She watched his back as they walked, eventually finding herself in the throne room once again. Nicholas lounged on the throne, deep in thought.

Charles coughed lightly to catch the king’s attention. “Sire…” He said mockingly.

Nicholas started, and then a frown replaced the content look on his face. “Charles. What brings you?” He spat. Flip realized that the King had in fact, not truthfully called for her. The stranger - Charles - had lied to her. The uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach started to grow as the room filled with a tension practically thick enough to cut.

“Should I go, or-” She started.

“No,” demanded both Charles and the King simultaneously.

Flip moved herself over to a corner, trying to stay out of the conflict that was clearly about to happen. She didn’t really like seeing fights, and this one she felt was not going to be pretty.

“I told you that you had a job to do!” said Nicholas angrily. Charles seemed to pay him no mind and continued to gaze angrily at the wall behind the throne.

"I wish you wouldn’t be such an ass,” retorted Charles. Flip stared incredulously. Did he just insult the King? That would be enough to get anyone beheaded, for sure. But Nicholas barely blinked an eye.

“I am aware of your opinion about me, Sir Charles. But I am afraid that since you are only a knight, and I am the KING, you are not in a position of power to act upon your own wills,” Nicholas snapped.

“You’re too young to be the king! I should be the one sitting on the damned throne right now, freely ordering others to do what I want, not a simple minded teenager like you!” Charles quickly hissed back.

“Are you wearing this crown? Do you own my fathers sword? Did you kill the King before my father? I don’t believe so. Now I suggest you re-think on you’re boundaries as a knight, and leave us!” The king quickly snapped back. For a few qmoments, there a building tension in the silence, before Charles released an angered huff and stormed out of the throne room. Nicholas released a frustrated sigh, sitting back down onto his throne.

“He can be such a child at times.” He muttered, rubbing his eyes a bit. “Now...Skyriz, correct?” He asked, looking towards the girl who currently stood, her hands seeming to shake a bit, being somewhat nervous with what had just happened.

“Yes..I prefer t-to be called Flip though...It’s sort of a n-nickname I picked up when younger.” She replied.

“Alright then Sky- Er.. Flip. I said something about you becoming a Jester earlier..?”

“Uhm...Yes, just a bit ago actually.” Flip replied, looking up to the king.

“Alright then. Mitch will bring you to town tomorrow to get fitted with clothing and armour. You are now the Kings jester, and will stand by my side, and do as I order.” Nicholas said. “You may now return to your room for the night.”

Flip nodded, and walked back through the hall that Charles had led her through, and attempted to remember where her room was located. She strode along the stone tiles, lightly biting her lower lip as she looked around.

“Damn...I thought it’d be easier to navigate around here.” She thought aloud. Minutes seemed like hours until she had found her assigned room. She opened the door and closed it behind her, stepping to her hammock and laying on it, being careful not to fall off. Flip sighed and closed her eyes, and resting her head on the hammock, let herself fall into a light slumber.

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Possible postpone

Hey guys, flippehkid here and I'd like to say that I'm possibly thinking of holding off on posting chapter 2 for this weekend. Unless i can write a lot on Friday, or have a good friend continue writing. I don't think it will be available for this week.

Due to it:

I've had a bit of writers block since the chapter started

I missed all of last week and have tons of makeup work to do

Friday is valentines day (and I probably will be out until 11 at night)

I haven't really had time.

I'm really sorry if it won't be able to be posted on Sunday, but hopefully it will be, and if not I will try and finish that chapter as soon as I can, and start chapter 3.

Thats all for tonight guys, and I hope you have a great day!

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Chapter 1

Thunder booms across the forested landscapes surrounding Trozel, rain patters loudly on the rooftops of the castle and surrounding villages and horses in the royal stable neigh with fright. Though inside the royal hall, argues the King Nicholas Masquire, who is now 18, and Mitch O’prothens, a trusted knight, the same age.

“You disappear for days, and suddenly come back, as if nothing has happened. Where have you been throughout those days? What is so important that you have to constantly leave the castle?” Nicholas asked, anger and worry mixed into his voice.

“I’m sorry your highness, but I have armour to fix, swords to retrieve, I check the edges of Trozel you know! I can’t stay in here all the time, as much as I would enjoy it!” The knight almost protests, resting one hand on her hip, and staring up at the young king, sitting in his throne.

“You repeat those lies constantly. I would like the truth. You are my most trusted knight after all.” Nicholas replied, leaning forward a bit.

Mitch narrows her eyes, clenching her jaw, before giving a grin. “You’re right. I’m your most trusted knight. So then why don’t you trust me? Why do you have such a large problem with me leaving the castle. I’m the kingdom’s knight, I serve and protect. What else would I be doing?” She says lifting her chin abit. With their past, no one was surprised anymore about how Mitch didn’t fear the king’s title. As much as he meant to her, and she served her king like the loyal knight she was, he was just a childhood friend to her, meaning she challenged him in almost every way possible.

“There are others who are specified for those duties. Outside the castle is dangerous, no matter how skilled you are with weapons.” He replies with a growl. Mitch tips her head to one side.

“You are worried about my safety?” Raising an eyebrow, the knight replies,  taking a step onto the small staircase up to the throne. “You need to focus on the things that matter, Nick. You are the king of Trozel, and you have your citizens to worry about. I am your serving knight, and you know exactly what that means. I would die for you. I have sworn to do so, in fact.” Her eyes stay on his, as she takes one more step up.

“I don’t want to have you disappear one day, and I’ll never be able to say goodbye. That’s how I feel about all my subjects.” He replies, standing up in front of her.

She stops in her tracks, eyes widening just a tad before inhaling slowly. “Nick.. I won’t ever do that to you.” She steps up one more step, her eyes staying on him.

“All I ask is for you to accept my orders. I would like you to stay at the castle, and do not leave without permission. Alright?” He replied.

The knight held the king’s eyes, before swallowing, and nodding slowly. “Yes, your majesty.” She bowed her head, although she wanted to hug him. It had been awhile since they had any interactions, with the king busy with important trading business.

Nicholas nods. “I must check any news with the other knights. Good night Mitch.” He says, stepping past her, though regret etching itself into Nicholas’s mind. Soon enough he was out of the throne room, and striding through the halls towards the knight quarters.

Mitch was left staring at the foot of the king’s throne, and her body held tense muscles, keeping her from lashing out, or crumbling. Suddenly though, there was a few knocks heard from the wide wooden doors behind Mitch, that led outside.

“Open the doors.” She said, turning on her heel, and sitting on the steps, running a hand through her short cut hair, letting out a sigh. The door began to open, and there stood a younger looking girl, wearing normal villager clothing.

“I understand it’s late and no one should be up, though I’d like to ask...I’d like to join the kingdom. I don’t have any family left, and I’m left with no home.” The girl quickly said.

The knight looks up, and looked over the girl. “I’m sure the king wouldn’t mind you staying for awhile.” She sighs and gives a small smile. “What’s your name?”

“Skyriz, though I prefer to be called by the name of Flip.” She replies, stepping into the castle.

Mitch stood, and walked to meet the young girl on the red velvet carpet that covered the main walk way up to the throne, hand outstretched. “It’s nice to meet your acquaintance Flip, I am the king’s personal knight, Mitch. How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Pleasures mine, and currently I’m 15, though going to be 16 in the beginning of fall.” Flip replied cheerfully, shaking the knights hand.

“Ah, not that young. Do you have any talents?” The older girl asks, letting her hands drop, she places one hand on her hip, near her knife, but not in a defenseful manner.

“What kind of talents? Extrordinary? Or something normal like juggling, and spreading laughter?” She replies.

“Any you’d like to share. I understand if you’d like to keep some secret.” Skyriz thought for a few moments on what exactly to reply.

“Well...I’m a skilled juggler, entertainer and well practiced at magics.” She then pulls an aqua blue rose from her sleeve. Mitch’s smile widens a bit, seeming surprised and somewhat amazed by the trick.

“You seem like such a bright girl, but are you able in battle?” Mitch asks, crossing her arms.

“I’m surprised you haven’t spotted my pickaxe by now.” The girl replies, tossing the flower aside, and pulling out the weapon. The shaft of the weapon was dark oak wood, with iron vines wrapping around it, which connect to the blade of the weapon. On edge of it was long and pointing, similar to those of a normal pickaxe, though the other edge was shaped like a woodcutter's axe, being long and quite sharp.

“That’s...amazing. Where would you find a weapon such as that?” Mitch asks, intrigued by the weapons detail and difficulty of actually making it.

"It’s passed down through my family.” The younger one replies, setting it down to have it rest against her leg.

“Hmmm…I’m sure King Nicholas would allow you to stay for a bit.” Mitch replies, hearing the wooden door open behind her, and Nicholas discussing a few border matters with the Knight Daniel Jackson.

“Gather a team, and stay near the watchtowers.” Nicholas instructs. The knight nods, and strode down through another door. “Who is this?”

“An orphan, wanting to stay for a few nights. She’d be great as a jester, seeing that you lack one at the moment.” Mitch replies, turning a bit to the king.

"Humour seems to be the least shared around the kingdom...I suppose she can stay as a jester.” Nicholas replied after a few moments of thinking. Skyriz seemed surprised and glad, being able to find a home with such a royal status.

“Mitch, you can show her to one of the empty rooms.” Nicholas said, walking through the same door that Daniel walked down. The trustful knight hesitates for a moment, but nods.

“Right this way Flip.” She says to the younger one, leading down the hall, the sounds of small cheers and a bit of laughter echoing through the stone hallway. Flip followed close after her, observing the hanging items and paintings in the hall.

“This castle is amazing...” Flip says quietly, running her fingers along the wall. Mitch gave a small smile, remembering the few memories she had enjoyed when younger at the castle.

“Supposedly it is hundreds of years old. Passed down from king to king...Not really passed down...though to Nicholas it was.” For a few moments, the younger girl had to think of why that was, but she quickly remembered the stories of how king Nicholas gained the throne.

“Do you think it was easier for Nicholas to lose his father through war? Instead of killing him, I mean.” She asks.

“I don’t think it would be easy for him either way…” Mitch replies quietly, coming to a stop in front of a thick wooden door. She opens the door, showing a cozy looking room with a hammock, a few windows, a wardrobe and dresser.

“Thanks Mitch...I really didn’t expect to find a place to live for a bit.” The younger one says, her light blue eyes seeming to shimmer. Mitch nodded a bit.

“I’m sure the others will be around soon to greet you, though I have other duties to tend to. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Goodnight.” She says, before walking back down the hall once more, the door creaking to a close. Flip gave out a sigh, setting her small pack aside, and resting her pickaxe against the wall, before sitting on the hammock with ease. Maybe I’ll be okay here… She thought silently before laying down on the hammock, though her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a knock from the door.

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You have to be just as gentle with the strong as you need to be with the weak, because even the strongest of people have cracks in their armor.

Mitch O' Prothens

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Trozel Tragedies Prologue

War has broken out in and around the small village of Frinfur, located inside the kingdom of Trozel. The king is fighting valiantly to protect his people, though knights around him are beginning to fall. In the center of this battle lays the Kings son, Nicholas Masquire, only 13 at the time. Nearing him is his vague childhood friend, Mitch O’ Prothens, whose family served closely to the king. Mitch quickly kneeled by Nicholas, beginning to shake his shoulders.

“Nicholas! Nicholas wake up!” She shouted, her voice barely audible through the clashing of swords and firing cannons. There was no response from the young prince, only the heaving of his chest.

“Come on Nicholas!” Mitch shouted, slapping him. Nicholas’s eyes fluttered opened, his vision first blurry of the darkened surroundings, but soon focusing on Mitch’s stress and worried filled face.

“What’s going on? Where’s my father?” Nicholas asked, sitting up, seeing the battle around him.

"There’s no time to explain, We have to leave right now!” She replied, pulling Nicholas off the ground, holding onto his hand and quickly weaving through the fighting warriors. Nicholas had his arm cut by the backlash of a long sword, and Mitch ignored the pain of a dagger scraping against her left calf.

Screams of pain echoed throughout the streets, bodies dropping one by one as Mitch and Nicholas ran past them. The clopping of hooves grew near, and Mitch looked back, thinking quickly and grabbing the horses reins, and pulling it to a stop.

“Quickly, get on!” Mitch said, getting up onto the horse. Nicholas quickly climbed on after her, and soon enough they were riding towards the safehaven of the kingdom. The pain and shouts began to grow distant behind them, along with the canon shots.

The surroundings around them grew quiet, besides the clopping of the horse's hooves against the rocky trail. Nicholas looked over the surrounding mountains and forests, worrying for his fathers life. Though Mitch worried for her entire family, who all served under the kings rule as Knights.

“How did I pass out?” Nicholas asked after a bit, curious as to how he ended up on the ground.

“After the ambush began, someone separated us, and I guess someone attempted to kidnap you.” Mitch replied, looking around the area as well. Minutes passed before the rocky trail quickly became carved stone. Kingdom commoners greeted the two kindly, allowing them up to the royal stables. Days had passed since that point, though a messenger had finally been sent from his father.

“You’re father requested that you and the Mistress Mitch remain at the castle for a years time.” The messenger said breathlessly.

“That’s unfair! I want to help!” Nicholas argued, though he felt a soft grip on his arm.

“We’re both too young to do anything about this battle.” Mitch said quietly to Nicholas. Though reluctant, Nicholas huffed and gave a nod towards the messenger, before pulling his arm away from Mitch and walking away from the messenger, leaving Mitch to conjure a reply to the king.

The year seemed to go by quickly, though before a harsh winter, Mitch had packed for a long trip to come.

“Where are you heading?” Nicholas asked, a bit of care in his voice,

“Wherever the path leads me. I plan to be back soon though.” Mitch replied.

“I wish you a safe journey.” Nicholas replied. They stepped forward and hugged each other for a moment or two, before they stepped away from each other.

“Good bye Nicholas.” She said before grabbing her satchel and bag and beginning to leave the hall, walking towards the Royal stalls, where her stallion, Ezekiel was waiting.

Years had passed and the battle waged on. Nicholas stayed inside the kingdom, due to orders from his father. Mitch yet to return from her long journey. By now they were both 16. Though that fall, news had quickly spread of the fall of Nicholas’s father and his knights, leaving Nicholas to be the newfound king.

One day though, a knock was heard from the large mahogany doors, in front of the throne room. Minor guards opened the door, to show Mitch, wearing a full suit of bronze armour , and having daggers strapped to her waist.

“M-mitch?” Nicholas asked, surprised to see his friend from what seems like so long ago.

“Hello Nicholas.” She replied with a subtle smile. “Miss me?” For only moments, Nicholas was glad, but it was quickly replaced with anger.

“Where the hell have you been all this time?” He growled.

“I apologize, the trip I took was for great importance to come in the future.” Mitch replied quietly.

“My father died while you were gone and I was left here alone, due to your journey!”

Mitch cringed, closing her eyes for a few moments and falling silent.

“And now I am left here alone, without a family and to rule the kingdom for years to come!”

“At least I’m back…” Mitch whispered, staring down at the ground. Nicholas fell silent, sudden regret running through him. He released a quick huff, before turning and leaving Mitch in the hall.

END OF PROLOGUE

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The king can start the war on his mind; this does not mean he shall ever win.

Nicholas Masquire

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"Hell is empty, all the demons are here."

William Shakespear