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| - “Court finds you guilty as charged. Sir Harvey Lee you have been condemned of Treason by the Ministry of Schrade, and have been sentenced to the castle of the dragons. Your deployment has been scheduled in five weeks. May you receive a painful death by the dragons.” The grand judge of Schrade bellowed to the bribed jury and I. Many people around me shouted harsh insults except for my wife Sophia and my children, Marcus and Suzanne. They all escaped the wrong of the court by their timing to go to the market. I felt ribbons of water go down my cheeks as they dragged me away from the courtroom and my family. I was continued down the hall of the Grand Court of Minegarde by the officers of Minegarde. They looked at me as if I was a serial killer, and yet all I was talking about with a few friends of mine were getting a democracy. Everything before Zargon the Terrible overthrew the guild was of great peace, but now all decency in society has vanished along with the guild. Nothing is allowed to be free. If you simply say that the taxes should be equally spread throughout the classes of people you’ll end up in my shoes. Waiting to be sent to Castle Schrade to be devoured by the Fatalis. I always thought my life would end for no real good reason, and I was right. I had to just open my mouth around my friends. The halls around had a red, soft, carpet that engulfed all the areas. Marble pillars, gilded with many gemstones kept the building intact. Yet, behind the doors leading to the prison lies nothing more than an inhospitable, inhumane dungeon that represented the tyranny of Zargon. The staircase winded as it repelled downwards towards an abyss of shadow. Alongside the staircase doors held many prisoners. Some lunatics, others murders that deserved this, and a few thieves, but in each bones littered the ground. There was a thin hint to tell that a few of the bodies inside were alive. Rats scurry around, feasting on the rations of the prisoners before it even reaches their mouths, and then when the victim finally collapsed to die they swarmed over his body and cleaned him dry before the flies could reach it. At last I reached my inhospitable cell. I shared it with one of my friends that had gotten caught, Oswald Fitzgerald.I never could’v trusted him more as a friend. We both knew that we were never going to see our family again. We had qualms about talking, but yet our deaths will most likely heat up the people to a point at which they revolt. Oswald was rather poetic. He loved the arts of writing and music. He had composed many songs. Most were about hoping for peace. We also went often on forbidden hunting trips through the Kokoto Plains. I loved bringing game that would turn into food. We often on these weeklong trips bring back Kelbi, Burruku, Velociprey, Bullfango, Aptonoth, the occasional Velocidrome, Yian Kut-Ku, Bulldrome, and even once a Rathian. We didn’t have to pay anything for this game. Something that would empty your pocket with only five pounds of kelbi meat. We also even sold Velociprey claws to the aristocrats for a hefty price. I would’ve gotten better gear if we still had a weapon smith. The world was never the same after the guild retreated from Minegarde. I began thinking of the dragon Fatalis. I’ve heard the painful stories of the dragons called Fatalis. They are destructive and thrive with corruption. They burn anything they see in their sights down to a miserable block of scolding ash.Their teeth and claws shred through rock like scissors through paper. They were the ones who claimed Castle Schrade, but now they’re the ones who are being used. Yet they don’t know it. The days passed as slowly as dust in a room. The days grew sadder. I started to lose hope, and the only person who I’ll know is Oswald. See, you don’t just go there with your cellmate, you go with the entire dungeon. They don’t worry about anyone one escaping, for the walls of a now extinct volcano that surround the area of the Castle and some miles of the plains almost prevent any escape, but even if you escape the caldera there are still miles upon miles of plains. Then, the day arrived, Oswald, the rest of the prison, and I were dragged to an enormous airship where shackles bonded everyone together. The trip would last for two whole days. I then started to talk to Oswald about everything. “Do you regret of ever thinking of a constitution?” I asked him. “If our story affects history in the right direction I may not regret as much, but I will miss talking to you.” He told me with no qualms. “I’ve just finally excepted that tomorrow will forever change our lives.” He said. “Mostly because it’ll be our last.” he finally told me, but a small tear appeared. It, in some ways, reassured me that we didn’t lose our humanity in that cell. Finally we all were awakened to a horrifying sight. We had arrived to the land of horrors. Land of despair some call it. Others call it the Castle of the Dead. While many refer to here as one name “The Land of The Dragons.”
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