The Battle in the Throne Room

King Roland pushed open the heavy gold laiden doors to the throne room. He was still there.

Sir Corpus had been crown “King” Corpus after Rolands health took a turn for the worst, but now as the true ruler strolled through the doors, he began to gather his powers.

“Your reign is over Corpus,” the elder of the two began, beckoning for the man to give up his seat.

“I’m truly sorry Roland, but I don’t think your health will do.”

Roland stopped in his tracks as Corpus pulled a black arrow from his side, then tossed it up, letting it hover parallel to his right shoulder.

“I let my citizens knon your heart just… STOPPED !”

The arrow speed at Rolands chest. With a wave of his wrinkled hand, it curved sharply upward, burning a hole in the ceiling.

“Come quietly Corpus!” He bellowed, striding up the corridor with his left palm leading the way.

The crown on Corpus’s head began to glow red as it seared his pale scalp.

Tossing the fiery crown, Corpus rose to his feet. “How dare you!

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