A pair of dark lavender eyes split open as Roland startles awake with a gasp of frigid air entering his lungs. His body is aching and burning as if he has been running for miles without rest. "Where am I?" Roland rasps out in between a huge gulp of air. He looks to his surroundings and sees the shadows cast by the morning light spreading over the many bodies littering the ground around him. His eyes widen in shock as he bolts upright and runs his hands through his short brown hair and over his body to check for the wounds the guard imparted on him. Nothing. No wounds. No cuts. Not even a bruise. Just mud caking his clothes from the filthy pit he was laying in.
Roland's mind began to race as he tried to figure out what was happening. "Was it a dream?," he thought to himself. "No, no that can't be. I'm still here, where he beat me...," Roland paused as the realization slowly came to him, "to death. He beat me to death." Roland quickly found himself with a cold, murderous anger filling his mind, "That lowly commoner beat me to death?! ME? I'll have him hung and his entrails torn from his body! I'll have his eyes scooped out and fed to the pigs! I'll find his family and have their bodies quartered to the four corners of my empire!". Breathing heavily and shaking out of rage, he looked around and quickly found the place that he clambered out of the muddy pit the first time.
Roland climbed out of the pit in a fevered haste and immediately located the cause of his anger. "You there! Guard! Kneel before your Prince!," Roland screamed at the guard. The guard, looking thoroughly befuddeled and taken aback at the Prince's sudden appearance beset in muddy rags, promptly complied with the request and prostrated himself before the Prince. "Tell me your name!" Roland growled through clenched teeth. "My name is Owyne your highness." The guard replied weakly, "Might I beg what I have done to offend your royal highness?".
Roland backhands the guard in the face with a loud crack as he connects to Owynes cheek. "I am the one asking questions you lowly piece of filth!" Roland spat out at Owyne. "I should have you decapitated for merely looking at me!" Owyne quickly averted his gaze to the cobbled pathway beneath him. "Where am I?" Roland asked as several more guards came to see what the commotion was about. "Your royal highness, you are currently at the southern plague pits. This is where we dispose of criminals that have been executed in the city." Owyne replied carefully, his head was swimming with questions as to why the Empires second Prince was here.
Unable to help himself, Owyne glanced up at Roland only to be caught staring directly into the Prince's gaze. An icy chill shot through Owyne's entire body as he was captivated by the cold lavender eyes of the Prince. "Lavender?" Owyne thought to himself, "All of the royal lineages eyes are supposed to be blue...only a witch would have such an unsual," Owyne abruptly paused in his thoughts as his own eyes widened in horror. "A WITCH!," Owyne yelled out, "A WITCH! A witch is disguised as the second prince!" Owyne scrambled away from the Prince as he hastily tried to stand. "GUARDS! GUARDS! COMMANDER! A WITCH HAS APPEARED IN THE PITS!" Owyne bellowed as he fixed his stance to a more combat ready position.
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Roland was taken aback at Owynes sudden actions but then quickly yelled in return, "What are you saying you foul peasant?! I am your Prince! The only witch here is which way you are going to be put to death for slandering my royal name!". "And for killing me!" He added on. "GUARDS! I COMMAND YOU TO ARREST THIS MAN IN THE NAME OF THE SECOND PRINCE OF THE DREZTERRAN EMPIRE!". The other guards that had gathered closer to the scene gave each other confused looks, nobody knowing what to do. Owyne backed up slowly to his brothers in arms, eyes glued to Roland. "It's a trick! His eyes! Look at his eyes!" Owyne shouted out cautiously to the rest of the guards.
"My eyes? What about my eyes you insignificant worm!?" Roland stares down at the increasing number of armed guards. The guards all stare back at Roland until..."Owyne's right!" shouted one guard suddenly. "His eyes are that of a demon!" shouted another. All the guards present immediately drew their weapons and pointed them at Roland. Roland couldn't understand what these incompetent inbreds were doing. There was nothing wrong with his eyes. Everbody is going crazy! "What are you fools doing!?" Roland shrieked at the encroaching guards. "I am the Prince! I AM YOUR KING! I command you to halt your actions and drop your arms! Kneel before me at once!
The guards start slowly surrounding Roland, ignoring his howling cries for obedience. Roland feels a cold dread creeping up his back as he realizes nobody is listening to him. "WAIT!" Roland cried out. "PLEASE WAIT! LISTEN TO ME! I AM YOUR PRINCE! I'M NOT A WITCH! HAVE YOU ALL GONE INSANE!?" A guard takes a swing at Roland with his blade. Roland puts up his hands in defense but only meets a hot searing pain shooting up his arm. His hand falls to the ground.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!" A shrill cry echoes through the morning air. Roland clutches at his bleading stump and stares at it in complete shock. "W-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! I-I AM THE P-UHG" A blunt object hits the side of Rolands head and knocks him to the ground. Roland vomits on the ground as blood gushes from his arm. "NOoOo P-p-please. D-don't. P-prince. I-I", he sputters out before being pierced through the stomach. "Ahhg-P-leas-ahh". The guards continue to hack away at Roland until there is nothing but a bloody unrecognizable pulp on the ground.
A pair of dark lavender eyes split open as Roland startles awake with a gasp of frigid air entering his lungs. His body is aching and burning as if he has been running for miles without rest. "Where am I?" Roland rasps out in between a huge gulp of air. He looks to his surroundings and sees the shadows cast by the morning light spreading over the many bodies littering the ground around him. Roland vomits and starts shaking uncontrollably. He looks at his trembling hands as tears start to fall from his face. "W-what is h-happening to m-m-me?" He manages to gasp out between sobs.