The Why of the war. 2
After a month of auditions with the people, the King was much older. For all purposes were his first weeks as King, and he endured as decades. The previous years had lived in one of the seven towers that accompanied the circular walls of the castle, in those towers were others like him. With his maps and his medals, with ink that took away many lives as the vilest of epidemics.
Now, looking through the window of the high central tower, he saw far beyond what had ever seen. Looked drawn fire in the distance, the death line separating the two kingdoms. The same line that represented their planes out with a single stroke. In their eyes, their battered country stared back through his own face haggard. Worn as a rock that had fought too long with a rough sea and cruel. Bury the window with its curtains of cloth filled with gold and silver engravings. He believed that by hiding the view of the fire and the battle would feel far better, as if woven gold dragon wrapped on a silver embroidered fruit sauce had the power to erase all the reality that lay behind their flapping folds.
He sits in his chair and turns his gaze to the table where a lot of lead figures rest on arrows and annotations. The room goes dark in mid leaving the candles are gradually extinguished, having earned and well deserved rest. There was only because the soft light of a small candle that rested next to the fountain. The rest of the room was cut by backlighting, the display cases full of countless ancient artifacts were only dark silhouettes filled with little luster. His bed was surrounded as usual by the old family curtains. It was funny how they hid in the same way the ventantas and beds, which were the only places from someone who lived could travel virtually locked up, either view it with the mind and dreams.
Goes to bed before the last light is extinguished and all was darkness, there aside the curtain and suddenly notice a tingle in the stomach, while thinking that has gone bad dinner directs our gaze to her stomach . There lies a dagger in the medium sink. His mind still seemed dazed, as if they understood that they had just stabbed, luckily his body still remembered the training he had received from young and with both hands clutching the neck of the unknown assailant. It tries to get away from the dam loses while breathing, but someone capable of infiltrating the room with a king has unlimited resources and does not hesitate to flaunt them. A tremendous knee further plunge the knife into the abdomen of the king. This puts his hands to the stomach to remove it from there. Scraped reflexes begin to take shape in the room, each of the deadly flashes is preceded by rapid rapiers the murderer who seems to save many more swords and knives as the king had his stomach removed, in extremis, to stop a further blow from the offender.
King notes that it loses the force mediated the pain in his stomach increases. Still unknown is the defending tooth and nail throughout the room. When you stop a sword blow extremely strong, the king lost his balance and falls back on the glass cases that burst with loud explosions. At the moment a shower of metal and wood objects will hit the whole body, notice how the blood flows from numerous cuts spread across its anatomy. His right eye was now the world through a prism and red liquid. He sees before him, squatting on who will kill you willing to give the coup de grace. One hand recognizes objects that have fallen around him, so before giving in to the shadows of an uncertain dream holds the handle and throws a punch in the dark in front of you. A thin curtain of blood splashing King's face when it sinks into unconsciousness.
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