Your soldiers chased me to the edge of the precipice. Who was it that discovered my plot, that
betrayed me? Your chief advisor rides
next to you with a smug grin. He will
die slowly; this I swear.
With anger hot on your face and with a word, your guards let
loose their arrows. Three plunge into my
chest. I topple backwards over the precipice. Blood gushes from my wounds, drifting above
me as I fall into darkness.
My blood. The last of
the blood of my people. Avenge
us! they cry. But the darkness wraps
around me.
AVENGE US!
Wait what?!?
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