The Empire
Another writing prompt: "The king has ruled for 1000 years, secretly using black magic to take over the bodies of his heirs. This is only known to a select few in a dark, secretive Order. You are the next heir, and have discovered the truth. Now you're on the run, and the dying king has sent his agents after you." "There are some arenas so corrupt that the only clean acts possible are nihilistic." The small dark room smells like rotten food and piss. I take a drink from my flask and try to keep the door closed. I boarded the entrance with the remnants of a bed, but it will at most buy me minutes. I need more time! They would have killed me by now and taken the next one in line, but the old man really wants me. It's an ego thing, he wants to prove that he beat me in every way possible. That no one can escape his will. Well fuck him! We'll see about that. The door erupts in a shower of splinters and the masked men rush in. My fathe