Prophecies Awakening

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The blisteringly cold air howling over the castle walls forced their teeth to chatter and their naked bodies to shiver uncontrollably. Their skin burned as the hemp ropes were fastened around their wrists. Three knights kept their swords drawn and pointed at the prisoners’ chests as they forced them into position, the knights’ shaky grip revealing their nervousness.

“Off with their heads! Heretics!” the crowd chanted, shaking their fists in the air and spitting at the ground in disdain. As the knights tied the ropes around the posts, the horizon slowly began to brighten with the first hint of dawn.

King Grueber raised his hands high in the air and bellowed, "Enough!”

Although the king was best known in Marithia for his love of filling his stomach and his resulting plump stature, he had a reputation for cruelty that was famed across the lands. Grueber Saber was the outcast of the Saber royal family, cut off from their plentiful purse for his crimes on their people and provided with a small castle to rule as his own. Castle Praethorne overlooked the lowlands which separated him from Greenhaven and the Elven Woods. It was a land which he dared not cross, as it was said to be cursed by Shindar.

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