I stare into his eyes, unmoving.
“Killing you might not stop the attack, but without you, your army has no leader”
The Shadow laughs.
“Look at you. You are nothing more than a boy clutching a stolen knife.” He rises from his chair, his voice rising with him. “Do you think a boy can kill me? Do you really think that you will get away with it?”
I can feel the camp stirring. I must do something. And fast.
I begin to sing:
“One knife can slay a tyrant
One dead can mark the brave…”
Then I throw my knife.
So good!! I love how he starts singing!
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