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Fantasy War for the Throne [always accepting]

When Brutus arrived where his brother was supposed to be he was excited and nervous to see his brother when he knocked on the door no one answered after a minute he grew worried he kicked down the door and saw the worst thing ever,his brother hands bound dead with a knife sticking out his chest "no" Brutus cried "why?" He began crying over his brothers body "brother" he cried "brother why?"
 
Nikrael's men spread out, some off to hunt and others just chatting about the events that had taken place. As Nikrael sat, overthinking everything, one of her men ran into the glade.


"THE LAKE," he yelled. "THE LADY OF THE LAKE IS ROUSED!"


The glade burst into action.


The lady of the lake? She's a legend! Only a myth... Nikrael leapt from her tree, snatching up her spear and sprinting to the lake.
 
Draco struggled and struggled, the tendrils wrapped around his neck getting tighter and tighter, all of the air gone from his body, he almost gave up when he saw a man that he recognised from the nobles home, Draco held on as he watched him run into the woods.
 
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After Brutus had finished crying he loaded his brothers body into his carriage and headed home
 
Nikrael slid to a stop beside the lake, boots crunching in the gritty, sandy mud. Writhing in the middle of the lake was a Siren, her tentacles wrapped tightly around the Royal guard, Draco.


She swore profanely enough that she could nearly feel her father cuffing the back of her head. Gripping the spear more tightly, Nikrael waded into the water.
 
Draco saw Nikrael, as hope flushed back into him he found a new strength and squirmed to the surface he opened his lungs and took a gulp of air.
 
When Brutus got home Marcus told him there was a letter for him when he read it he was glad there was some good coming out of today
 
Nikrael waded until she was up to her chest in water, her legs so numb from the cold lake that she couldn't feel one of the tentacles slipping around her ankle. The monster drew her nearer, and water began to lap up at Nikrael's neck and face. With a scream, she lifted her arms out of the water and drove the spear down at the Siren, praying to every god she never believed in that she wouldn't kill Draco by accident.
 
Draco felt the grip of the siren completely go, he turned around to see Nikrael "th thankyou" he could barely speak from the cold, he was just happy to be alive
 
Just then a messenger came through the clearing "master talibus wishes to speak to you at once he says he has the solution to miss nikraels problem"
 
Nikrael didn't say a word. She slipped her arm under his, supporting him on her shoulder as she waded back out towards the shore.
 
The messenger clears his throat "uh-uh will you be coming your own way or do you want a carriage ride?"
 
Draco was beyond grateful to Nikrael he layed on the shore and said "Thankyou, so much" he told her of Brutu's orders.
 
[sorry had to think about what was happening]
 
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"I don't like him, or trust him, but right now, someone on the throne is better than complete anarchy. Unless we find someone else, I'm with him" Draco said
 
The messenger hears this and says "sir talibus would make great king he would defend our rights and treat all men equal"
 

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