18-Jul-2000
Disclaimers: I don't own GW. I'm poor. This story is for entertainment only. No warnings as yet. If you can't deal, don't read.
My Muses threw this at me so I thought I'd throw it at you guys. I may add this to the tour if you want. Please let me know what you think.
The messenger rode in on a foaming horse; testimony to how important his message must be. None barred his way and none noticed the blank look in his eyes. The man headed straight for the council chambers where the five members of the council ruled.
The five men sat contemplating the next move in the wars they were waging. The people were waiting for their Princes to return, but the men knew it would never happen. Each had personally sent their Prince to a different part of the war. Together the young rulers were an unstoppable force; apart they were vulnerable. No one to watch their backs during battles and it was so easy for someone to slip up and sink a dagger in between two ribs when the young fighters were distracted. Yes, these men ruled the kingdoms.
They barely looked up as the messenger entered the room and head right toward one of the men.
"For you, Master G," the man said handing a letter over and then left. He immediately sought out a dark corner of the castle and slit his own throat.
Master G opened the letter carefully. The others watched as his face paled and he collapsed into his chair. Slowly turning to the men surrounding him, he read:
"Death is coming home."
End teaser
Phoenix
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