Story?
Just an idea for a story I had, may or may not continue ;P
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Colours flashed before my eyes, blurry and indistinguishable. I couldn't think properly, my mind clouded, and I felt myself slipping in and out of consciousness. When my head finally stopped spinning, and I got a grasp on reality, the first thing I felt was the pain. Excruciating pain, rippling through my body, sending a whole wave of hurt to my head, overwhelming my mind. I gasped, and lashed out, only to realize that my hands were tied behind me, chained to a wooden post. My arms protested against the struggle, and a wave of exhaustion hit. As I hung my head, I noticed the crowed in front of me, the shouts suddenly becoming deafening, as if someone had turned up the sound to the maximum height. As I shouted amidst the madness, one of the guards snapped his head around to look at me, as if he suddenly noticed I was there. He stalked over and grabbed the back of my head by my hair, forcing my head to snap back. Straining my eyes to look at my enemy, I the only thing I saw was a smug grin plastered on his face, and I felt another rough tough to the back of my head, snapping my head around to see another wooden platform, similar to the one I was held on. There, through the crowd of people, just as my swimming vision cleared again, I saw his final moments before his execution; which would not only end a life, but end an entire rein of power. The execution of King Juri, my father.
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Colours flashed before my eyes, blurry and indistinguishable. I couldn't think properly, my mind clouded, and I felt myself slipping in and out of consciousness. When my head finally stopped spinning, and I got a grasp on reality, the first thing I felt was the pain. Excruciating pain, rippling through my body, sending a whole wave of hurt to my head, overwhelming my mind. I gasped, and lashed out, only to realize that my hands were tied behind me, chained to a wooden post. My arms protested against the struggle, and a wave of exhaustion hit. As I hung my head, I noticed the crowed in front of me, the shouts suddenly becoming deafening, as if someone had turned up the sound to the maximum height. As I shouted amidst the madness, one of the guards snapped his head around to look at me, as if he suddenly noticed I was there. He stalked over and grabbed the back of my head by my hair, forcing my head to snap back. Straining my eyes to look at my enemy, I the only thing I saw was a smug grin plastered on his face, and I felt another rough tough to the back of my head, snapping my head around to see another wooden platform, similar to the one I was held on. There, through the crowd of people, just as my swimming vision cleared again, I saw his final moments before his execution; which would not only end a life, but end an entire rein of power. The execution of King Juri, my father.