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6. november 1730
Fritz sat on a bench in a cell at Fort Küstrin. He was nervous, under his window was an execution prepared. A few days before he wanted to escape and now he was locked here and waited for his public execution. His father was of the opinion that he commited desertion, but…he just wanted to get out of this cold family, he had no idea where to go, but he just didn’t want to stay with his aggressive father.
After a few hours he heard strange noises, climbed on the bench to see out of the window of his cell. He couldn’t understand what’s going on. His old friend Hans Hermann Katte was taken to the scaffold. When he realized, what’s going on in this moment, he began to scream. “NO, FATHER!!! HE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH- TAKE MY LIFE FOR HIS!”
But his father didn’t pay attention. When his friend died, Friedrich passed out.
When the 18-year-old woke up, he found himself in a strange room. Slowly he stood up, holding his head. It was aching like hell. “Hello?!” he asked, looking around.
He arrived in HQ, but of course he had no idea where he was, but he knew, that he wasn’t at Fort Küstin anymore. Perhaps his father brought him to a monastery or something. But…in the case of his father it would be a military school, not a place where you’ll learn to be a good guy. He sighed. What a bad situation.
[OOC: Here’s a 18-year-old Friedrich II. for you. Feel free to talk to him :D]