Amid his nebulous chamber, the king's emissary summons the dark sorcerer, Zulrasha.
Before a word is spoken he knows what the ruthless king will request.
Carnage and annihilation will befall yet another distant, unfortunate kingdom.
Driven by the barbaric lust of greed, King Ansten demands that magic fortify his prodigious armies prior to battle.
Emeralds and gold entice the sorcerer's loyal compliance.
For decades Zulrasha has aided in the king's quest for absolute power, and again shall willingly abide.
Gathered before the king's assembly, his vast armies, while on bended knee, await the sorcerer's cryptic spell.
Hailing to King Ansten's stipulation, Zulrasha slowly draws in his arms and bows his head to begin.
Intensely the ground starts violently shaking as a multi-colored orb of magic forms and grows around his silhouette.
Just before it seems the earth would crack open, he brutally flings out his hands and lunges forward.
King Ansten watches in awe as a massive wave of vibrant hues engulf the numerous armies entirely.
Liquid oxygen fills their lungs and courses through their veins, manipulating every cell and fiber within.
Mortal men they are no more.
Now they have the strength and endurance of giants until the iniquitous spell subsides.
Oblivious to the advancing raid, Pemberton Castle stands placid beneath the pale October moon.
Patrolling sentries are the first to silently perish by the deadly accuracy of camouflaged archers.
Quickly the walls are scaled, the drawbridge lowered, and the courtyard of the palace is breached.
Relentlessly the onslaught and massacre of Pemberton Castle begins.
Strong as oxen, King Ansten's warriors steadily murder and slay with inhumane brutality.
Turning to Zulrasha, the king nods his approval in silence.
Under King Ansten's command, while atop his newly acquired throne, the king and queen of Pemberton Castle are publicly beheaded.
Victorious, he walks over their lifeless corpses to address all his loyal armies in praise.
With building malice through years of oppression, Zulrasha decides his plans of vengance to reign are now.
eXtracting his saber with emerald and gold inlays, he sweeps in behind his king and plunges the blade vigorously into his spine.
Yanking the steel from his back, the sorcerer turns, challenging any man who dares dispute, while knowing none would.
Zulrasha leans in as the king draws his last precious breaths, seizes the crown from his head, and whispers, "All your empires are now mine...Sire."
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Author Notes
Nebulous - Cloudy, hazy.
Emissary - A person sent on a special mission.
Prodigious - Remarkably or impressively great in extent, size, or degree.
Stipulation - A condition or requirement that is specified or demanded as part of an agreement.
iniquitous - Grossly unfair and morally wrong.
I wrote this but didn't get it in on time, for a contest that
let you have some leeway for the letter X.
Thank you for reading.
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