"B-boss, the prisoner- the one the prophecy warns of- th-they're gone!" stammered a nervous assistant. The kind of person who's only meaning of existence is to be invested in the main person's life.
The Game Master laughed. Not evil-like. It was more of one of those, 'I-know-you-didn't-just-say-that-so-I'm-gonna-laugh-like-what-you-said-was-a-joke' kind of laugh. When he opened his eyes and saw the frightened look on his assistant's face, his expression darkened.
"That's impossible! I gave you the key! That's the ONLY way out," he growled, his voice getting progressively louder.
"W-well. There was a girl. She stole the key and ran off towards the prisoner's cell! I tried to go after her, but she was too fast and-"
"Enough! I'll deal with you later. Send out the troops. Don't stop until you find both of them! They cannot escape at any costs!"
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Very short, I know. Chapters will be longer in the future!
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Monarchy of Corruption
FantasyYou turn to her. Suddenly, memories- of all that you've been through together- flash before your eyes. Your breath shakes as you pick up the knife, the fear in your own eyes reflecting back onto hers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey guys! I'm deciding to try...
