When I was a child I played in the woods; for hours at a time. Once ,when I was 10, I came home and saw that these guys were talking to Zangold(my father) and Stoatra (my mother). I hid in the bushes next to my house, listening to what they were saying. "Where's the money you own me!?" One of the guys said with anger. He stood about six, four, he wore black full-plate. His sword wasn't sheathed, in fact he had it against my father's throat. My mother was crying because she knew we didn't have any of the money. She looked back at the house, as if looking for me and hoping i'll show up. She looks back and said " We don't have the money. You must have the wrong people. Please just don't kill us!" The guy got a deathly look in his eyes. "My name is Norril Demoneye. You borrowed money from me and didn't pay me back. Say your last prayers before I kill you." Norril Demoneye says. "I lov..." before they both finish saying anything Norril backs his sword up and in one finishing slice he slices off both of there heads. " Burn the house boys. Leave no trace we were here. They clearly don't have the money." Norril says to his servants. " They didn't do anything, why did you kill them!?" One of the servants asks rudely. Norril quickly turns around and slices off his head as well.
I ran for my live knowing that he would kill me to. As I grew up I followed in my father's footsteps. As a Duskblade I know i'll kill him for what he did. My soul shall not rest until I know I have his head on a spike, and his body burned to a crisp.
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