Optimo
Demon Defier
Near the back of the kingdom stood a mighty castle. A fancy fortress which stood above all other buildings. Home to the mighty king of Brenia, Osgood Cleffort. Inside this castle was one of many private rooms where Osgood and his personal servant met. A thin, tattered slip of parchment laid on the table. The bright rays of the sun casted into the room from a window, illuminating the parchment. On the parchment seemed to be a list of names but at the very top was a message in bold lettering.
"Your majesty, are you absolutely sure you want to do this? This could cause casualties beyond rectification." Worry plagued the servant's words.
The king stared at the parchment in front of him. "I'm afraid this is the only choice I have. The lives of my people are at stake."
The servant turned to look out the window, taking in the pleasant warmth of the sun. "I suppose you're right, my lord." A desperate sigh escaped his lips.
"It'll all be okay, William. Have hope." The king's gaze dropped. "It's all we can have.
"I just wish it wasn't them. I wish our choices, our hope, wasn't going towards... them." William struggled to find his words.
"Oh, they're not all so bad." Osgood looked over the parchment again. "Err..."
A knock at the door got both of their attention. "M'lord, have you made your decision?"
"Ah, come in, Denise, my darling." Osgood finally took his gaze off the parchment and took in a deep breath. "I was just telling William here, our hands are pretty much tied and we need to have faith. A lot of faith." He looked over to Denise, an elegant young woman with soft features. "I have made my decision..."
The servant turned to face the king, prepared to hear his final verdict. In his shift of movement, the rays from the sun changed to solely highlight the bold lettering on the parchment. It read, EXILE OR EXECUTION
And then the choice was made clear, "...Summon them here at once!!"
"Your majesty, are you absolutely sure you want to do this? This could cause casualties beyond rectification." Worry plagued the servant's words.
The king stared at the parchment in front of him. "I'm afraid this is the only choice I have. The lives of my people are at stake."
The servant turned to look out the window, taking in the pleasant warmth of the sun. "I suppose you're right, my lord." A desperate sigh escaped his lips.
"It'll all be okay, William. Have hope." The king's gaze dropped. "It's all we can have.
"I just wish it wasn't them. I wish our choices, our hope, wasn't going towards... them." William struggled to find his words.
"Oh, they're not all so bad." Osgood looked over the parchment again. "Err..."
A knock at the door got both of their attention. "M'lord, have you made your decision?"
"Ah, come in, Denise, my darling." Osgood finally took his gaze off the parchment and took in a deep breath. "I was just telling William here, our hands are pretty much tied and we need to have faith. A lot of faith." He looked over to Denise, an elegant young woman with soft features. "I have made my decision..."
The servant turned to face the king, prepared to hear his final verdict. In his shift of movement, the rays from the sun changed to solely highlight the bold lettering on the parchment. It read, EXILE OR EXECUTION
And then the choice was made clear, "...Summon them here at once!!"