K this is the story i was talking about, that ima gonna rewrite. Comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated. Was losing inspiration at the time of writing this so i resorted to some FF references. Forgiven & Forgotten Yet another dark year has passed for Vincent in this cold musty jail cell that he inhabited for nearly fifteen years. His bed, a pile of damp wool in the corner of his cell, can never dry out because of a hole in the ceiling. When rains come, the possibility of sleeping becomes impossible because the rain comes up to his knees. “I’d have already killed myself but this is my kingdom and I intend to retrieve it,” Vincent thought to himself.Meanwhile, above ground, “King” Xavier practiced his fencing and sorcery abilities with Marcus (chief of the royal guard). “Come on Marcus, I know you’re better than this, you’re not showing me your true potential,” lectured Xavier. “Sorry for my impudence, my liege, something is troubling me though,” sighed Marcus. “What is it now? Is it about your wi--” “No, it’s about Vincent, are you absolutely sure that he can’t break out?” interrupted Marcus. “If I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times, there is absolutely no way that Vincent can escape my clutches!” protested Xavier. He shot a fireball out of his hand at Marcus, only this time Marcus deflected them quite easily and countered with a lightning bolt towards Xavier’s legs, which he easily jumped over. Vincent paced back and forth pondering about the day to commence his plan. The plan- at the next grand ball, he would reach through the bars, snap the guard’s neck, and grab the keys to let himself out. He would then hastily run down some corridors into the main secret passageway which leads to a field beyond the castle walls. The only problem, he didn’t know the date of the next grand ball. Maybe he could trick the information out of one of the guards. Since all of them think that he acts seriously disturbed, they won’t think twice about giving information to their “disturbed” old king. The daylight died and gave birth to the stars. Every other night Xavier had one of his highly trained operatives stand guard in his cell. Only tonight, things would be different. He grew impatient of looking at them from the inside of a cage. Tonight, is the night that he makes his break … to freedom. “How are you doing my good man?” remarked Vincent.“Why are you talking to me?” stated the guard. “I am merely talking to you because after being down here for 15 years, it gets lonely; I’m just trying to make some conversation,” stated Vincent. “Oh, I’m kind of on edge because of the ball in six days,” remarked the guard. “Well, I’m sorry to hear about that, now if you don’t mind, I think I’ll head to bed now,” Vincent sighed and thought, I’ll commence my plan in about five minutes. Vincent sat up silently, slowly trying to stand. The only noise came from his shallow breaths. He watched his feet after every step that he took, to make sure that he didn’t make a sound. Only a couple feet away, he inched his arms through the narrow openings, keen not to touch the bars. His hands grasped the guard’s neck as the man let out a somewhat muffled yelp. But before the guard could free himself or let out another sound, he died. Vincent unlocked the door and drug the guard over to his bed, so any other guards would still think that it was him. Vincent ran though the corridors as fast as his legs would take him. Almost falling after every turn he took. But he finally reached his destination; the secret passageway which lay behind a picture of his mother. Opening it just a crack, he slid through and began to sprint down the passageway. A few rays of sunlight illuminated the end. He burst through the trapdoor and simultaneously took a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air. Realizing he was standing in the ZoZo fields, he realized the tranquil town of ZoZo should exist about half a mile northwest. If he jogged he could probably reach his destination within an hour. He set off at a walk that turned into a jog. At last, after almost an hour, he stepped through the gates of ZoZo about noon, and the town stirred with excitement. He merely walked among the crowds and asked if they would participate in a battle. By the end of the first day, he had a small army of about nine people. But he still had five days to prepare. The rest of the week he recruited a few more soldiers and spent most of days preparing them for what laid ahead. With the grand ball only hours away, my army made some last minute preparations, such as arming themselves with weapons and armor. “Five minutes till we embark!!!!!” he yelled. Everyone sped up their work a little bit. Within five minutes everybody formed into lines. A minute later there were ten lines of ten different people. Thirty minutes later his men were ready to flank anyone who came out of the doors. But since Xavier thought so highly of his guards, he opened the front doors for them to enter. Vincent’s army took advantage and walked in cautiously, ready for an ambush, but it didn’t come. So they proceeded to the throne room, only to find Xavier’s entire army lined up against each wall with him sitting luxuriously on his throne. “Welcome dearest friend, now are you kidding me? Do you really think that your army can defeat mine!?” questioned Xavier. “You and I both know that this battle isn’t about our armies Xavier!” exclaimed Vincent. “Oh I know, but are you sure that you can take me on?!” Xavier shrieked shrilly. “Oh I’m confident that after being imprisoned for fifteen years I haven’t lost my fighting edge,” stated Vincent. At that moment Xavier took his chance and lunged at him. But he glided aside before he struck. But now Vincent drew his sword from its sheath and swung, clipping Xavier’s hand, screaming in agony, he swung again, but Vincent brought his sword up to clash steel. Taking a chance to disarm the present king and knock him to the ground, Vincent began the mortal blow when a feeling that he’d not felt recently suddenly erupted out of nowhere, the feeling of compassion. He dropped down to his knees beside Xavier allowing him to live. But Xavier evil to the end pulled a dagger from his sleeve and stuck the blade into Vincent’s chest.“Marcus, dispose of this petty corpse,” barked Xavier. As Marcus towered over Vincent, he experienced a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. His body no longer looked strong and noble; it instead looked diminutive and weak with his once tan skin now a terrible shade of white and his black hair covering his green eyes. But Marcus did as he was told and disposed of the body. Minutes later, Vincent’s body had been tossed into the incinerator and his army still stood motionless, too stunned by the sudden change of events to move. Xavier ordered, “I suggest that you all go home before I have you executed for treason!” Everyone obeyed, as the crowd dispersed from the castle. “Well Marcus, now I’m positive that we won’t ever have to deal with him again!” exclaimed Xavier. “In a few months, all will be forgiven and forgotten.”
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