I will write about Fred witnessing Rodrigo’s murder spree. Which causes Nathaniel to realise that Rodrigo and Fred are not worth the cost so he wishes both of them into the rat pit at separate location. Fred then get’s eaten alive by the rats and sees the wall again.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!” Fred sat up ~Was that a scream?~ “PLEASE DON’T KI-” *Thump Thump Thump* Fred heard lumbering footsteps coming in his direction. A man with a droopy and sweaty face and curly hair walked into Fred’s view.

“Rodrigo. Did you escape? Do you know what caused the screaming?” Fred said his heart pumping in his skull. Rodrigo grinned.

“Absolutely do not let Nathaniel harvest wish stones from you. If you do, My plans will be useless.” ~Isn’t wish stones just Alorea’s weird currency though. Anyways why would Rodigo need to stop the harvesting of wish….~

“Rodrigo. I’m assuming that scream was caused by you.” Said Fred, his face an expressionless mask.

“Yes. The best way for us to go right now is to deplete that BASTARDS! Resources.” Said Fred he did even flinch at declaring his willingness to commit a massacre.

“But.” Stuttered Fred.

“Make sure not to let him harvest.” Said Rodrigo. While waving his hand in goodbye.

“NEW BEING! I SPEAKINGS TO YO- AHHHHHHHHHHH!” Fred shook slightly as he heard the sound of sizzling meat. Fred took a deep breath. A calm glare on his face ~.When one’s weapons become strong enough. Violence becomes the easiest path to victory.~ Fred looked at the ground. His glare pale and lifeless. ~This isn’t my world. I just have to accept it. Death is the path to life.~

“AHHHHHHHHHH!” ~Rodrigo’s not evil. This is just the way of the world~ He repeated to himself as his breath grew laboured. The crisp sound of sizzling meat touched his ears. He placed his hands over them. The one being burned was a being he had only spoken to for a few moments. But it was long enough to acknowledge him as a thinking being. Not just another one of the throng of people that you have to ignore in your every day.

Fred took a deep breath. The screams had stopped and he had grown calm. ~This is how the world works. The weak die. The strong live. I learned that the first day I was here~ Blood and a grinning man echoed through Fred’s mind once more.

“Damn bastards wasting my money!” Fred pushed his face up against the bars to see who it was. Stomping down the hallway was nathaniel his eyes trembling with rage. In his left hand was a large sack that seemed to be stuffed to the brim. He reached into the sack and threw three oval shaped rocks into the air.

“I wish you were banished into the deepest pits of the rat cave!” Rodrigo vanished. He Then poured the whole bag of stones onto a pile of blood in the next cell over.

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“I wish you were resurrected!” The blood vanished. Next he stomped over to Fred two wish stones in his hands. “You’re heavily associated with him.” Fred held his hands up while on his knees. His mind burned with the knowledge that if he was his enemy. In a world like this there would only be one goal. To kill him.

“WAIT PLEASE DON’T!” He threw the stones into the air.

“I wish you were teleported into the deepest pits of the rat cave!” The world was white for an instant. Then like a blank canvas being painted by the most talented speed painter to ever grace the earth. Reality reasserted itself around Fred once more.

Around him were rats and only rats. In a massive pile that had to be metters high. For a moment Fred just looked into the distance, confusion on his face. Until suddenly his face snapped to mind bending horror. ~Ew. Ew. EWEWEWEWEWEWEWEW~ “AHHH!” He began to throw his arms through the air as he sunk into the sea of rats. They were suffocating him. For minutes he squirmed there, only breathing in urine anytime he failed to repress the will not to breathe.

….

Time. It was something that had always been easily influenced; it was absolutely defined by the things around it. But normally. Time is only influenced so much until something begins to break. Whether it’s the path of motion or the taste of hotdogs. Something has to break once you bend it to a certain point.

~________________________________________~ For Fred time bent and broke his mind. As he drowned in that pit of rats he could not think. His mind was reduced to just a month old memory, glaring at him.

Fred looked away. Refusing to stare at that horrible memory.

A new one took his place.

……

Fred and Rodrigo laid on the hard stone of the mountain. Looking at the moon glistening in the night sky after a hard day’s training. Rodrigo turned his head, removing his gaze from the moon and looking in Fred’s direction.

“Fred. What makes a king evil?” Fred looked at Rodrigo, posture slightly more stiff than it was before.

“Why do you ask?” Said Fred.

“Well. I’ve been thinking. A good king would do everything for the good of the kingdom. The greater good. But doing so could make him a bad father. A bad husband. But despite that. You could say that a king who neglects his children and ignores his wife is a good man. Because he works for the good of the kingdom.” Fred looked back up at the moon.

“Where I come from. There’s a very hard limit to how strong someone can become. So what ends up happening is that the king becomes the strongest person in the society. He has all the money, all the soldiers. He has everything. People say it’s unearned. But often the king is decided by the people. If they rebel a king can do nothing against their numbers. Because they are his power.”

“So. A good king is someone the people like?” Questioned Rodrigo. Fred looked at the sky. ~If I were to ask that man why he killed me. I know for certain what he’d say. ‘Because you deserved it.’ Then he’d do it again.~

“A good king. Is someone willing to kill for his power. For his people. And a bad king. Is someone who hesitates to do anything for his power. ”

…

~Nathaniel. I’ll kill……~ It all stopped. There was no oxygen left.