As the radiant sunbeams poured into the meeting room, the gentle warmth enveloped the space, creating an inviting atmosphere. As the ministers of the courtroom stepped inside, they were met with a surprising and perplexing sight. Seated upon an ornate throne, a figure adorned with an enigmatic mask commanded attention. The room fell into an uneasy silence as confusion and curiosity danced in the air.
Whispers filled the room as each of them exchanged puzzled glances. Who was this mysterious figure? What was his purpose? Was it an elaborate prank or something deeper? The air was thick with intrigue and anticipation as everyone tried to make sense of the enigma before them.
The masked figure exuded an aura of authority, his presence alone demands respect and attention. The room buzzed with whispered speculations, each person attempting to decipher the hidden message behind the mask.
As the attendees gathered, their confusion turned into a shared curiosity. "Where is King Odin ? Who dares seats on his throne?? " have we officially lost the battle against the wolves?? , "Have they come to feed on us one by one??" these were the speculations that roamed across the lips of fifty-five court attendees but they seemed to be rhetorical or did they have an answer??
This was a moment frozen in time, an unexpected twist that had taken everyone by surprise. The room was transformed into a stage for unraveling mysteries, where the enigmatic figure on the throne held the key to a captivating story waiting to be unveiled.
Suddenly, he stood up and all eyes were fixed on him as fear smelled around the old courtroom.
"I'm here for something simple, if I have it, I'll leave quietly before dawn and if I don't, then you truly have a problem"
His voice reverberated in everyone's ear, sending shivers down their spine and creating goosebumps on bare flesh. They were hypnotized, captivated, and entranced by the mysterious beauty before them. Their hearts melted and all thoughts ceased to enter the realm of conscious thought as he spoke.
Suddenly the door of the room opened and just as expected the raging king Odin stepped in it and walked straight to his throne with a sword.
"I gave you my daughter already Adrian, but what you seek is beyond my power to give so I ask you leave peacefully," he said mustering ample courage. "We never came to the end of my agreement little one, and I still wish to have "THE ROSETTA STONE"
"And that, I cannot give," King Odin said unsheathing his sword and raising it in the direction of the throne.
"A wise man once said" Adrian threw some berries in his mouth "It's better to start a war with the assurance of winning than to start one with uncertainty " He walked closely to him till the tip of the sword was on his throat, "And now that you're facing me like a coward, knowing where this ends....." he trailed and walked close to his ear whispering. "I AM GIVING YOU ONE LAST CHANCE "
And just like nothing had happened, the masked figure disappeared and King Odin fell to his knees. His face twisted in horror and shock while the rest of the men and women in the room stared at the spot where the stranger had vanished only moments ago.
"He took it" someone exclaimed.
"What the hell was that?".
Everyone gasped in shock and amazement and looked at the spot where the king seal used to be. IT WAS GONE. To