(pssst Arly. How would there be smog in a Medieval city? Just saying.)
In the grand King Racznyski’s Castle, laid a room filled with dirt and junk across the room… A large figure seems to fit with the rest of the environment… Then…
Snoring… Loud snoring. Suddenly, a stop.
“What time tis it be?” grumbled out Atticus Fallows to one of the servants.
“Tis be noon before dawn…” squeaked out the servant, obviously dreaded in fear.
“WHAT?!” roared Atticus, jumping out from his bed, making a large thump. “Tis be kidding, right?”
“Nay…”
“Those are your last words!”
The servant tried running away, but it was no use. Atticus bashed through the door and swung his axe, instantly killing the man.
“Bah… I really have to stop these temper tantrums.” murmured Fallows, running to the Bogdan’s Personal Execution Room with his long black robe.
Here, the victims were blindfolded and carried to the stocks, where they wait for their doom.
Atticus ran through the door, yelling out, “Am I late?’
King Bogdan was sitting on a chair as usual; he loved to watch his cruel killings. After all, it was his personal executions.
“Hmmm…. A bit late, Atticus. You should know better…” said Bogdan in his crude voice.
“I apologize, my king…” mumbled Atticus.
“Today’s victim is a personal one. Bryan Fawkes has been said to have attempted to destroy the castle, according to my spies. We have finally captured him… Now…” the fat, bald man flashed a malevolent smile. “You will execute the job…”
Atticus knew the drill. He raised up his hood and slowly stomped over to Bryan. Bryan was indeed whimpering, not sure what was going on; all he knew was that he was about to die.
Stomp… Stomp… Stomp… Finally, Atticus got there. Bryan’s blindfolds were taken off, so he can see Bogdan there.
“Wha… BOGDAN?! What are you doing here!?” he managed to spit out.
“Watching your death. You know what you have done. Now, finish the job, Atticus.” Bogdan commanded.
Before Bryan can respond, Atticus had already raised his large Executor’s Axe. The axe was swung down with tremendous force.
Bryan’s head was stun-eyed.
Atticus took off his black robe and walked away from the castle, his trusty axe on his back, with fresh blood dropping behind him…
I hope that wasn’t too dark. :<