The Raging Storm Boom!
The sky was black and thunder stuck the earth. Castle walls rattled with each strike as the King solemnly sat down on his throne. "May he who has a solution, speak freely." he said. Yet all his advisers and wise council members shook their heads in dismay.
Desperation took hold of the King. "Surely there must be an answer, a hope to cling to." Yet he heard nothing and saw only dour faces and broken spirits. Depression threatened to take over upon seeing the reactions of his officials.
News of the war front in the east had come, by way of messenger, only days before. His army was routed, his towns captured, his enemies advancing onward. Soon they would be upon him. Such news was a huge blow to the King and his citizens. Many fled and many more panicked in the streets.
Ka-Boom!
The shaking of the stone walls in the throne room mirrored the trembling of the King's own heart. Would he die this day? Would his family be captured and his kingdom conquered? He shivered at the thought.
The champion was the one leading his enemy's army. This Champion was a truly fearsome man. Tales of his accomplishments ran like wildfire even unto here, many hundreds of miles away. He render much glory and fame for his country. His was a frightening tale. Of pain and revenge, of suppression and triumph, of blood and slaughter!
The King stood, for he could no longer sit idly. He paced back and forth before the council with a frown resting heavily upon his brow. So anxious he was to find a way out, a path to safety. All plan and ploy had been exhausted, every idea considered. But all were found either impractical or insufficient. Time itself seemed to be against them.
Light flashed through the windows and sure enough, only moments later-
Da-Da-Doom!
Suddenly, the doors of the throne room were thrown wide. Many were shocked by the commotion, yet other did not hear because of the roaring thunder and screaming gales. But the King saw what was before them.
There, in the doorway, stood a man carrying a sword. Lightning leapt from the blade and the very air twisted around it. The sight of it left cold sweat on the King's back. Yet, it was only until he looked up at the one wielding it that his knees buckled from under him. For what the King saw in the champion's eyes sapped away all his strength.
It was there, collapsed upon the stone floor, that the King finally knew of his fate. A raging storm had broken the dam that was his kingdom's walls and none would survive.
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