Claubust - year 973

  City of Grithern, at Midnight

  At the Derbub castle, In a room half lit by the candle and half lit by the moonlight, in a quiet corner, on the desk, King Omoris, Second of his name, is writing a letter to a certain someone. Suddenly, a cold gust of wind flew across the room and the flame on the candle that burned bright died. His majesty noticed something was wrong but before he could react, his throat was sliced by a shadow in his chamber. A few minutes later, his servant that was to bring wine, stumbled upon his dead body, with the shadow already long gone.

  Fjondari - year 973

  City of ClerDam, at Dawn

  Through a small gap on the wall, the first light shines on the boy's eyes disrupting him from a good night's sleep. He awakens and goes off to do his usual morning routine. First, he went to the potty and then outside there was a bucket with cold, refreshing water that he used to wash his face. Amidst his washing, two knights rushed next to his home almost trampling him on the way. “Hey, watch where you are going” he yelled and then he noticed that their emblem isn't familiar and he was right, it was not the emblem representing Fjondari but Klistorm and those knights were headed to talk with the king about Omori's assasination. The boy quickly brushed it off and said “It's time for breakfast”. He ran down to the city’s square and met up with some of his pals who were waiting for him. “Jerry, you are late!”said Paul. “Dude, you are not gonna believe this. Two knights rushed next to my home and almost trampled me. And the weird thing is, they aren't Fjondari’s knights, instead the emblem on their shield was some kind of weird fire and they rode grey horses with bloody red saddles” replied Jareth. “That's bullshit, what would Klistorm knights be doing here?” said Micheal. “Jerry is speaking the truth, but we can talk later. Now let's focus on the goal.” said George to everyone. “So, here is the plan. We know that Old Tommy always gets drunk in the morning so Micheal, you can distract him while we steal the bread and ham, got it?” asked Paul. Everyone agreed and their plan was set in motion. Micheal started distracting Tommy while Jerry, Paul and George were putting Ham and bread into their pockets until a guard spotted Paul taking a bite and started chasing them through the market. All four of them started running but eventually more guards joined the chase and they caught the little thieves. The guards took them into an empty alley that from the outside is barely visible since the buildings block almost all sunlight. One of the guards asked “One of you little rascals is the captain of this so-called team and I want to know who it is?” For a few moments they all stood frozen in fear until Paul raised his shaking hand. “Oh so it's you, you wretch. You think it's okay to steal from a poor man who sells that meat and bread for a living? DO YOU?” yelled the guard. “N-nnn no sir, I-mmm terribly sorry s-irrr” said Paul with his voice trembling. “It's too late for apologies now, your deed shan't go unpunished so I'll at least let you choose which finger to cut off your hand” said the guard while grinning. Paul started crying and muttering while looking at his hands. “What is it? Cat got your tongue?” asked the guard with his smile so big, the corners of the mouth reached his eyes. Paul finally got the courage and raised his middle finger. The guards started laughing until Jareth yelled “leave him be, we will return the bread and the ham and never steal again” while staring into the guards eyes. The guard got amused and said “Do you think I'm here to negotiate?The world is not a nice place so to be frank I'm actually teaching you how to survive here.” said the guard to Jareth. “Cut both middle fingers of this captain boy so he learns about consequences and beat up the arrogant one to a pulp so he can see that he isn’t a fucking hero in this shithole” he ordered to other guards. Three guards threw Jareth on the ground and started kicking him. He started to sob violently because all he could hear were the agonizing screams of his dear friend losing his fingers and in the next moment Jareth fell unconscious. A few hours passed and he woke up to his friends staring at him, wondering if he was alive. “You okay Jerry? That piece of shit made us watch how they beat you and we were scared that they were going to kill you. I'm sorry we dragged you into this” said Micheal. “It's okay, it's not like there is any other way I can eat. More importantly where is Paul, how is he?” asked Jareth. The group looked at him with utter disappointment. “P-PPPaul just couldn’t t-tttake it anymore,” muttered Micheal with tears in his eyes. “What do you mean? Where is he???” Jareth asked with concern. “Paul shouldn’t have been made captain because he was too scared to be one but we learned that the hard way. He wasn’t supposed to die by losing his fingers but h-h-hhhe was so sca-“ “Wait, Did you just fucking say he is dead???” said Jareth stopping Micheal in the middle of his sentence. Jareth’s whole world turned upside down and the only thing that burned in him was not sadness but hate. The only thing he felt in that moment was pure hate towards that guard, towards corruption, towards this fucked up mess they call the world. “I’m going to kill him, I’m going to kill that dirty pig that murdered our friend. And not just him, every single one of these corrupt swines will die by my hand and my hand alone” said Jareth with his jaw clenched and tears rolling on his face. “Whoa Jerry. I didn't take you for a mad man” said George “Fuck you George!” replied Jareth. “Wait, where is his body?” asked Jareth. Micheal took a deep breath and replied “I didn’t want to tell you but they-they took his body and fed it to the dogs”. “They are dead, DEAD YOU HEAR ME!!!” screamed Jareth from the top of his lungs. “Calm down Jerry before they come back for us” calmly said Micheal “Besides, let me tell you the reason why the fucking Klistorm knights are in our city” George added.

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