The full moon gave a powdery spotlight for stygian
figures moving briskly along the corridors of the castle. King
Gellion was sound asleep surrounded by charcoal walls that
grew darker as each figure crept closer to the master bedroom.
No single sound was made as the masculine bodies of guards
dropped like flies. The cold blade of a knife pressing against
King Gellion's neck awoke him only to see the pitch black shad‐
ow of his wife undergoing the same thing before he was perma‐
nently put back to sleep.
incognizant state.
“No, Ryan. This is Eileen. Hurry up and get it together
for me...please.” “Eileen. You are an angel...”
A chamber door creeks open slowly and loudly shuts.
“Finally. Sleeping Beauty has woken up.” An aggressive man
laughs to himself in the pleasure of his own joke and takes a
knife out of his pocket to sharpen a series of fla ened wood
shanks held in his other hand. “You ready for a manicure?”
Morning:
“Where have the assassin’s gone?” “How is our safety
assured!” “What do you do about Berfnia!” All ques ons being
cried out of a crowd of fearful Yolonians to a single Prince Gel‐
lion. He takes a deep breath and approaches the crowd with
confidence. “My father was a great king who will be missed. I
will not allow Berfnia to overtake us or get away with what they
have done. The Kingdom of Yolon has not fallen and will not
fall. I am declaring War on Berfnia.” Silence falls over the
crowd. Other than nervous hands and feet, the only prominent
dissonance was that of Sam reac ng in aggrava on and Ryan
trying to console her. Prince Gellion pinpoints this response: “It
has come to my a en on that there is a ci zen bold enough to
own a dragon?”
Ryan uproars, “I do not own her.”
“Well then, let's see to it that you command my forces
to secure Yolon.” Ryan feels privileged and everyone cheers in
correspondence.
The large man made his way behind Ryan and began to
insert one of the wood shanks under Ryan's nail. Eileen trem‐
bled in fear and hatred and had to act fast. “What are you doing
over there with him, when you could be having a li le fun with
me?” The Berfnian torturer turned his a en on to the young
woman.
“Wow. I'm surprised I wasn't thinking the same thing
at first.” Her heart pounded and screamed in disgust, but it was
her only op on. Ryan came back to his senses only once the
torturer was walking away with and making sickening remarks
about tying up his beloved Eileen once again. The chamber
doors closed once more and Ryan's face flushed red with tears
streaming down. Everything Ryan had ever loved was gone and
he was in an empty chamber closed in by concrete walls. “I
have no control over anything. I'll never have