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After a long day of arduous study and light training Cyrus made his way to the grand dining room. He could eat a whole cow at that moment. This was the way it always was when he had spent the day casting spells. As he walked down the hallway a servant came up to him with a letter in hand. o Your small majesty *bowing* a letter from Crowshireo Cyrus snatched it eagerly out of his hand and barely remembered to say thank you as he tore the envelope open.
Dear Cyrus,
Today I went to the Thistlewood forest again, I know I am not supposed to, but I really wanted to try out that water spell you showded me. After many many tries I made it make a little splash, nothing at all like what you did with the water from the fountains in your garden, but I will keep trying. Anyway, I founded this flower and smushed it in my history book until it was dry, so I could give it to you.
See you soon,
Mia
Cyrus looked in the envelope and found a small pink flower perfectly flattened and preserved, he took it carefully and put it in his grimoire. He sat down at the table and scarfed down his food, his parents stared at him. He finished quickly. o May I be excused?!o His mother smiled and nodded. Cyrus sprang up from his chair and rushed to his room.
A cool breeze flowed through his window as he began to write a letter to his new friend Mia. It was a calm cool night in Morroc, all the merchants stands were closed, the innkeepers were locking their doors and guards began to patrol the streets and the cityo s high walls, as it got later, the night grew colder and Cyrus sat at the balcony looking out into the night sky holding the letter he had spent hours writing.
As Cyrus is looking out into the distance, he sees a few small embers appear on the horizon, as he squints trying to make out what he is seeing the dunes flicker to life with thousands of bright lights. His eyes widen as he realizes what is happening, he scrambles toward his bedroom door and bursts out into the hallway. As he runs towards his parentso bedroom, the cityo s horns begin to sound out into the night.
The palace guards are already running past him through the hallways, none of them seem to notice the young prince heading toward the royal chamber. Cyrus hears the windows break, and ducks under a table filled with ornaments. In front of him he can see the legs of a guard and another individual as they confront each other in combat. The royal guard is quickly cut down, and falls to his knees, then to the ground, the last thing he sees is Cyrus and he mumbles o run highnesso with his last breath.
The young prince crawls on his hands and knees, feet away from his parents room, suddenly their bedroom door bursts open and he sees his father stumble out, and behind him a large very muscular man drags his mother out, dark violet hair in hand. The queen screams as two men grab the King and a third slits his throat. Cyrus crawls back under the table just as his mother sees him and bites the large man trying to take all attention off him. The man hands her to another and slaps her across the face. Cyrus feels rage boiling inside him, he takes a small ornate dagger his father had given him out of his belt and quickly charges toward the muscular man, stabbing him in the thigh. The man howls in pain and centers his attention on the young prince, the queen sees this and in a desperate act to draw attention away from her only child, breaks free and tries to lure the attackers away from him. The last thing he hears his mother say to him is o Run Cyrus! Dono t look back!o she is cut down seconds later by the large man as the others run after the young boy.
Cyrus could hear the heavy footsteps of the soldiers close behind him, he had burst out of the palace and was running down the streets of Morroc amidst screams, and chaos. He quickly rounded a corner and suddenly the floor gave way beneath his weight. He tumbled down a sealed off passage way that led under the city and into some ancient catacombs. He hit the ground hard and the soldiers were still hot on his heels. He got up as fast as he could, pain shot through his right leg, he had sprained his ankle, but he knew he could not stop. The young prince kept moving forward, limping, deeper and deeper into the tomb, the footsteps behind him never let up and he was left with no choice but to continue forward.
Cyrus found his way into a great hall; it seemed like a dead end. His despair was evident now, he had turned to face them and inched his way back until he hit the wall, it was the end of the line. The soldiers stood in front of him weapons ready, blocking the only way out. Cyrus realized he was alone, his family was dead, he was hurt and tired, at that moment tears streaming down his face he falls to his knees.
One of the soldiers picks him up and holds him in place as their leader proceeds to slap Cyrus and then punch him. The soldier drops him to the floor and they proceed to kick him, they beat him within an inch of his life. The prince lays motionless in a puddle of his own blood, almost ready to accept his fate; The leader smirks at him and raises his weapon, ready to end the boys suffering, as his arm swings down upon Cyrus all the torches go dark, and the swing is deflected by something unknown. All he could hear were the cries and screams of the soldiers; as quickly as it had begun it stopped and the torches started to burn once more. The soldierso mangled bodies were strewn all around Cyruso fragile frame, and as he looked up he saw a demon, standing in a dark corner of the grand hall.
Cyrus' eyes widened as fear took hold deep within him, the demon moved toward him and placed his hand onto the young boys left eye, he had lost a lot of blood and was cold, but he suddenly started to feel warmth return to his body, and his heart beat grow stronger. The demon was the last thing his eye ever saw, he was blinded, but it was a small price to pay for his life back. He spent the night in the tomb and the next morning he emerged to find Morroc completely destroyed, burned to the ground, not a soul in sight.
The boy left the city and wandered aimlessly through the desert, he had nothing left, no family, no kingdom. He started to grow weak, from dehydration and hunger. He reached into his pocket to find his grimoire and in it the flower from Mia, this kept him going, he still had someone he cared about though it was not enough and soon after he passed out under the relentless heat of the sun, collapsing onto a sandy dune.
When he awoke, Cyrus found himself in a room, and sitting in a chair in front of him was a man dressed in a dark cloak. "Relax young one." the man spoke as he handed Cyrus a cup of water and a small plate of fruit. o Who are you? Where am I?o he asked, as he shoved the fruit into his mouth and he took a huge gulp of water from the cup. "I am Tal Doma".
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Dear Cyrus,
Today I went to the Thistlewood forest again, I know I am not supposed to, but I really wanted to try out that water spell you showded me. After many many tries I made it make a little splash, nothing at all like what you did with the water from the fountains in your garden, but I will keep trying. Anyway, I founded this flower and smushed it in my history book until it was dry, so I could give it to you.
See you soon,
Mia
Cyrus looked in the envelope and found a small pink flower perfectly flattened and preserved, he took it carefully and put it in his grimoire. He sat down at the table and scarfed down his food, his parents stared at him. He finished quickly. o May I be excused?!o His mother smiled and nodded. Cyrus sprang up from his chair and rushed to his room.
A cool breeze flowed through his window as he began to write a letter to his new friend Mia. It was a calm cool night in Morroc, all the merchants stands were closed, the innkeepers were locking their doors and guards began to patrol the streets and the cityo s high walls, as it got later, the night grew colder and Cyrus sat at the balcony looking out into the night sky holding the letter he had spent hours writing.
As Cyrus is looking out into the distance, he sees a few small embers appear on the horizon, as he squints trying to make out what he is seeing the dunes flicker to life with thousands of bright lights. His eyes widen as he realizes what is happening, he scrambles toward his bedroom door and bursts out into the hallway. As he runs towards his parentso bedroom, the cityo s horns begin to sound out into the night.
The palace guards are already running past him through the hallways, none of them seem to notice the young prince heading toward the royal chamber. Cyrus hears the windows break, and ducks under a table filled with ornaments. In front of him he can see the legs of a guard and another individual as they confront each other in combat. The royal guard is quickly cut down, and falls to his knees, then to the ground, the last thing he sees is Cyrus and he mumbles o run highnesso with his last breath.
The young prince crawls on his hands and knees, feet away from his parents room, suddenly their bedroom door bursts open and he sees his father stumble out, and behind him a large very muscular man drags his mother out, dark violet hair in hand. The queen screams as two men grab the King and a third slits his throat. Cyrus crawls back under the table just as his mother sees him and bites the large man trying to take all attention off him. The man hands her to another and slaps her across the face. Cyrus feels rage boiling inside him, he takes a small ornate dagger his father had given him out of his belt and quickly charges toward the muscular man, stabbing him in the thigh. The man howls in pain and centers his attention on the young prince, the queen sees this and in a desperate act to draw attention away from her only child, breaks free and tries to lure the attackers away from him. The last thing he hears his mother say to him is o Run Cyrus! Dono t look back!o she is cut down seconds later by the large man as the others run after the young boy.
Cyrus could hear the heavy footsteps of the soldiers close behind him, he had burst out of the palace and was running down the streets of Morroc amidst screams, and chaos. He quickly rounded a corner and suddenly the floor gave way beneath his weight. He tumbled down a sealed off passage way that led under the city and into some ancient catacombs. He hit the ground hard and the soldiers were still hot on his heels. He got up as fast as he could, pain shot through his right leg, he had sprained his ankle, but he knew he could not stop. The young prince kept moving forward, limping, deeper and deeper into the tomb, the footsteps behind him never let up and he was left with no choice but to continue forward.
Cyrus found his way into a great hall; it seemed like a dead end. His despair was evident now, he had turned to face them and inched his way back until he hit the wall, it was the end of the line. The soldiers stood in front of him weapons ready, blocking the only way out. Cyrus realized he was alone, his family was dead, he was hurt and tired, at that moment tears streaming down his face he falls to his knees.
One of the soldiers picks him up and holds him in place as their leader proceeds to slap Cyrus and then punch him. The soldier drops him to the floor and they proceed to kick him, they beat him within an inch of his life. The prince lays motionless in a puddle of his own blood, almost ready to accept his fate; The leader smirks at him and raises his weapon, ready to end the boys suffering, as his arm swings down upon Cyrus all the torches go dark, and the swing is deflected by something unknown. All he could hear were the cries and screams of the soldiers; as quickly as it had begun it stopped and the torches started to burn once more. The soldierso mangled bodies were strewn all around Cyruso fragile frame, and as he looked up he saw a demon, standing in a dark corner of the grand hall.
Cyrus' eyes widened as fear took hold deep within him, the demon moved toward him and placed his hand onto the young boys left eye, he had lost a lot of blood and was cold, but he suddenly started to feel warmth return to his body, and his heart beat grow stronger. The demon was the last thing his eye ever saw, he was blinded, but it was a small price to pay for his life back. He spent the night in the tomb and the next morning he emerged to find Morroc completely destroyed, burned to the ground, not a soul in sight.
The boy left the city and wandered aimlessly through the desert, he had nothing left, no family, no kingdom. He started to grow weak, from dehydration and hunger. He reached into his pocket to find his grimoire and in it the flower from Mia, this kept him going, he still had someone he cared about though it was not enough and soon after he passed out under the relentless heat of the sun, collapsing onto a sandy dune.
When he awoke, Cyrus found himself in a room, and sitting in a chair in front of him was a man dressed in a dark cloak. "Relax young one." the man spoke as he handed Cyrus a cup of water and a small plate of fruit. o Who are you? Where am I?o he asked, as he shoved the fruit into his mouth and he took a huge gulp of water from the cup. "I am Tal Doma".
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