Hey Everyone. Yes I am still alive and writing this story, just the reoccurring writer's block.
So once again i'm here with another update for you good people.
My absence from this story for the last 4 - 5 months relates to the fact that I got a job as a private ambulance driver, got Married in March and moved house to Derbyshire with my wife. So yeah, a lot has happened since my last upload.
Also with the Corona-virus Pandemic worldwide, I am currently out of work with a lot of time to use.
It feels so good to say this once again. Welcome back to "The Guardians of Winter: The King of Nightmares Returns."
Now in the last chapter (if you remember) we discovered: (1) Mother Gothel survived her near death experience in Tangled (2) Pitch and Mother Gothel are concocting an experiment with essence of Jack Frost and Elsa (3) The Trix have been sent on there individual missions.
CAST
(In Order of Appearance)
Characters And Voice Actors
Hans Brothers: Caleb – Tom Felton
Hans Brothers: Lars – Daniel Radcliffe
Hans Brothers: Rudi – Devon Murray
Hans Brothers: Runo – Rupert Grint
Prince Hans – Santino Fontana
Guard – Mads Mikklesen
Supervising Guard: André – André Braugher
Head Servant, Gustav – Vince Corazza
Icy – Mila Kunis
A frosty evening was beginning to settle in as the sunset shone its last rays in the wintry sky upon the Southern Isles. Upon a hill overlooking the sea stood the grand fortress of the Westergaards, home to the Southern Isles' mighty King and Queen. However, the King and Queen weren't home. Because of the foolish actions of their youngest son, Hans. The King and Queen had to leave the Isles immediately in an attempt to save what trade they had with other countries before the news became public.
The Monarchy of the Isles had ordered the four youngest of 13 sons to return home and oversee Prince Hans's 20 years of Community service during their absence. Of course, the four sons did not welcome this task put before them. They sat in the Great Hall beside the fire, drinking mead and snacking on nuts and fruit. The brothers wore grey robes which had black and gold collars, the royal coats of arms crests from each of their kingdoms were sown into the front of the gown.
"Why should we have to look after the twerp?" said the youngest. His hair colour was ginger and medium cut.
"You know why Runo. This has been explained to you so many times!" said the second eldest. He was bald with a black goatee.
Runo looked at Lars. "But why us?"
The eldest brother, Caleb sighed. He had a large ginger moustache with a medium cut of head hair. "Because our Kingdoms are closer to home. Our other 8 brothers are Kings in different countries which go beyond our borders."
"Not to mention that all of our sisters are married to many different world leaders." Added the second youngest, Rudi. He had long blonde hair which was held up into a ponytail, his beard was brown and short cut.
Runo sighed. "But I've got better things to do than sit here and make sure the whelp carries out his 20-year sentence."
"Then why did you come?!" Lars snapped.
"It's Mother and Father isn't it. I had to honour their wishes didn't I. Even though I was technically ordered." He answered with a scowl.
Lars was fuming. His younger brother always seemed to have something to moan about these days; and no matter how many times you explained it to him. He just wouldn't get it.
The second youngest decided to break the tension. "What did Hans even do?" Rudi asked. "Mother and Father kept everything secret from me."
Caleb pinched the top of his nose and shut his eyes. Of course he knew. He was the elder brother. "He… attempted to assassinate… the Arendelle Monarchy… in a bid to gain a throne of his own." He strained out. It was an embarrassment to even speak of the actions Hans had gone through to secure a kingdom for himself.
The three brothers sat up and stared at Caleb. Some of the looks casted by them were mingled with shock and disbelief.
Rudi shook his head. "You go too far Caleb. Are we to seriously think that skinny, wretch of a man is capable of pulling off an assassination?"
Caleb looked at the second youngest. "What I say comes straight from Mother and Father." He pulled out an opened letter from his pocket addressed to him in his Mothers handwriting. The brothers gazed at the letter.
"What did it say?" Lars asked sitting up in his chair.
"I'll read it out to you all. This is what Mother and Father have said." Caleb replied.
Dear Caleb,
I have instructed Gustav to present this letter to you upon your arrival at Westergaard Castle. As this letter is addressed to you, I would advise you not to inform your other brothers of what I am about to disclose.
It goes without saying that the reason I am not with you now, is because of the shear embarrassment of my youngest son's actions. Hence why I have left you this letter.
Hans has been found guilty in the attempted assassination of the Arendelle Monarchy, Queen Elsa and Princess Anna.
Upon asking Hans of his actions in the royal court. He claimed the Queen is an ice sorceress that trapped Arendelle into an eternal winter. He also stated that he believed killing the Queen was the only way to remove the curse from the country.
The Arendelle Ambassador claimed that the assassination attempt orchestrated by Hans and the Duke of Weselton was malicious, criminal and inhumane. It was also revealed that Hans's reasoning for planning this attack was to gain a throne of his own.
Needless to say, the courts ruled in Arendelle's favour. We have managed to keep Hans off of the death penalty in exchange for 20 years of community service. As punishment, Hans's bedroom has been moved to the dungeons. We are hopeful this will teach him the properties of being a true prince.
This news of Hans's actions could likely be the end of our countries trade market and thus our economy would fail. So I and your Father have made haste to Corona in an attempt to safeguard our Kingdoms future. This will be difficult as the King and Queen of Corona are related to the Arendelle Monarchy. We are hopeful if Corona agrees to trade with us, then our future will be secure.
We will be back in the Summer.
Your Sincerely
Mother and Father
King and Queen of the Southern Isles
Caleb put the letter down to find his brothers leaning back in their chairs. Each one of them were utterly speechless and horrified.
The silence in the room was interrupted by the sound of the double oaken doors at the hall entrance being unlocked and pushed open with a rusty grinding tone. They turned to see the head servant, Gustav, enter into the room.
Caleb was glad he'd entered. This was an opportunity to change the subject. "Ah Gustav. These snacks you've served us are best to none. I would happily hire you to work for me back at Bastion Castle."
Gustav bowed, "You're too kind, Master Caleb.
Runo managed to get over his shock and rudely interrupted them both. "How's the treacherous weasel Gustav?"
"Oh… erm, I believe he is in the stables, Master Runo." He replied.
Hans was in the stables shovelling manure into a wheelbarrow. His once smart suit was now ruined. His boots were peeling, his tailcoat had mud and dirt smudged into it, even his trousers were sodden and torn. This was no way for a prince to be treated.
"I'll show them." he muttered.
"Show them what?" bellowed the supervising Guard.
Hans always felt belittled when the Guards were around and constantly checking up on him. But this one always seemed to have it in for him. Hans usually wouldn't have a problem ignoring him. However, despite the coloured man being taller and muscle toned. He had a very patronising personality. The young prince could now see why his Father liked him so much. He must have been their best interrogator.
The Guard asked again. "You got something to say tough guy?"
Hans released a large sigh. He had learnt by now how to keep his temper in check. "No André. I have nothing to say." Hans answered in a deflated tone.
The Guard smiled. "That's what I thought. Remember, we have 19 years and 11 months left together."
Hans resumed to his shovelling. The fact that he wasn't even three quarters of the way near to finishing his sentence, didn't bother him. Nor was it that a large percentage of his community service was spent shovelling manure in stables all around the Southern Isles. But it was the idea of his parents making him sleep in a cell down in the castle dungeon, like a criminal in his own country.
As Hans shovelled the last load of steaming mess into the horse cart, he began to rethink of the reasoning to his assassination attempt. If he'd succeeded, then his Father would've appreciated him more than just looking down on him like most of his brothers did. He would have been seen as a hero. 'The Westergaard that saved Arendelle.'
Hans remembers his Fathers anger upon hearing of this evil scheme. His Father actually considered for him to be executed for his crimes. But thanks to Mother, Hans was put on community service, narrowly avoiding the death penalty by the skin of his teeth.
Hans released a loud sigh as he emptied the last shovel of the day into the wagon. If only people could see things from his perspective, they would see a victim of verbal abuse from the male members of his family. He forever tried to gain his Fathers approval and love, and if he'd succeeded, then he would have that. But it would seem fate was less kind to him.
André pushed Hans through the grand oaken doors which led into the great hall where the young prince's brothers were waiting. They didn't greet their younger brother with the amount of passion that was expected; they just sat and glared. The silence was so awkward; it could have been cut with a knife. That was until Runo walked up to Hans. "Think yourself big do you?!" he blurted out and slapped him across the face leaving a mark on his left cheek. André didn't do much to stop Runo, he just stood behind Hans with his hands folded which prevented Hans from backing away from the confrontation.
The elder brother, Caleb, stood up. "I can't believe you! Attempting to assassinate the monarchy of Arendelle for a throne of your own. Mother and Father should've taught you better."
"And trying to do it with that snivelling weasel too." Added Rudi as he walked up to Hans. "I never really liked that Duke, and now I know why."
Hans could do nothing at this point. He was walking on egg shells when it came to his family. One wrong move and he'd had it. He just had to stand there and take it, despite his rage building far beyond his limitations.
The second eldest, Lars, rose from his chair and stormed over to Hans. "For you to think that you'll be better than any of us is just pathetic. You are the weakest of us all, and now this proves it." He held up the letter. "You will never have a kingdom of your own. You are just a spineless whimp. When Mother and Father return, I am going to make them reconsider the death penalty. The world will be a better place without your snivelly little face in it." With that Lars punched Hans in the face resulting in a black eye.
That was it. It was almost automatic and beyond Hans's control. Truth be told, he couldn't believe what was unfolding before his very eyes. After Lars's fist made contact with his younger sibling's face. Hans reached behind, grabbed André's sword and drew it at his brother. All the brothers stepped back with shock except for Lars who just laughed. André quickly grabbed the young prince.
Lars clapped slowly, taunting Hans's attempt. "Really?" He looked around at his brothers then back to Hans. He opened his arms, exposing his body. "Think you are big stuff huh?" he taunted. "Then do it!"
Hans, did it. He whacked André in the gut with the pummel of the sword, then flipped up the blade and sliced Lars's left cheek leaving a large gash. Lars fell to the floor, clutching his cheek as he attempted to slow the bleeding. Hans stood over his brother with the weapon pointed at his throat. "Do not pretend to know me. I am not that young prince you once knew. I am…" Before Hans could finish his sentence. He was tackled to the ground by the castle guards which had been called in by the elder brother, Caleb.
Hans was cuffed immediately once André prized the sword out of his grip. The young prince was then brought to his feet to meet the face of Caleb. He spoke severely to his younger brother. "Clearly you are not the man we used to know, you are not even a man. The lust for power has turned you into a monster. So much so that you have been making up accusations regarding Arendelle's monarch. YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF A KINGDOM!"
Caleb then looked at the guards, "Take him to the dungeon." He ordered.
A cold chill blew into the dungeon through the barred windows as the moon shone its light upon the disgraced prince. Hans sat on his bed, which wasn't his expensive soft feather mattress with fluffy pillows. But a rusty metal framed single bed with springs which poked through the fourth or fifth hand-me-down mattress which made sleeping extremely unpleasant, not to mention the pillows were damp, mouldy and ragged. The prison cell was what you would expect for a castle dungeon. Damp ruled everywhere. Water dripped from the ceiling above and rats scurried about the jail floor. Hans hoped that during his time incarcerated, the vermin will ignore him and he'd not have the fear of waking up to find a rodent gnawing on his clothing.
The cold breeze from the open window sent a shiver down Hans's spine. The coble stoned interior of the prison didn't give much heat if any at all. In fact, the only sauce of heat came from a lit lantern which hung above the cell.
As several hours of the Prince's intolerable isolation passed by, the dripping of water and the scurrying of rats was drowned out by the sound of armour running passed the dungeon door. It sounded like the kingdom guards were mobilising, but why? If it were the King and Queen returning from their emergency plea deal to save trading with other countries. It wouldn't require every single troop to greet them. Hans's suspicions were corrected when he heard André's voice sounding. "Westergaard Castle is under attack. Man the battlements. Loose arrows and fire the cannons."
After that command was ordered, a roar of cannon fire echoed throughout the kingdom which rocked the dungeons. A hairline crack appeared through the prison ceiling which released a cloud of dust. Hans stood at the prison bars listening out for any kind of description of the attacker. It didn't really help that the dungeons were positioned on the opposite side of the castle to where the attack was happening. Who was this attacker? And so much so that André has the cannons firing and every single guard on duty?
Then a crack could be heard from the castle wall which was followed by a loud bang. "THE CASTLE IS BREACHED!" Shouted one of the guards from the defending wall.
"RETREAT!" Shouted another. The guards poured into the keep in an attempt to fortify the central building.
"Soldier, what did you see?" Called André as he grabbed one of the fleeing guards.
"IT'S A SORCERESS, SIR!" cried the Guard.
"Speak sense man, no sorceress can outmatch the garrison of Westergaard Castle!" André argued.
"But sir I'm telling you what I saw. It was a Sorceress… an Ice Sorceress!" The Guard defended.
"Ice Sorceress?!" exclaimed André, remembering the King and Queens note regarding Hans and his accusations of an Ice Sorceress.
"Yes sir!" replied the Guard.
"Right." said André, "Get everyone inside the keep and fortify the entrance. We are going to fight this one out."
From the muffled sounds beyond the door to the dungeons, Hans was able to translate some of the information that had been said. An Ice Sorceress? There was only one person Hans knew of with the sorcery over ice. 'Elsa has come to enact her revenge upon me.' He thought. Clearly she had heard of him escaping the death penalty and has come to ensure his death. Hans did fear for his life, but it also calmed him. Should Elsa kill him, it'll prove his innocents and everyone will see that monarch for what she truly is. A monster.
Hans then noticed ice forming around him. The dripping water from the damp ceiling turned to ice and the iron prison bars creaked as the ice climbed the rusted metal up to the ceiling. The young prince looked everywhere around the dungeon in an attempt to find the ice's sauce. It did take long for him to notice the dungeon door was completely frozen over, which of course eliminated any chance of escape. But who was he kidding, he'd likely be dead before his sentence was commuted and now his death was imminent.
A bang outside the frozen exit brought Hans out of his solitary thinking. What will he say to Elsa? He's sorry? Was he sorry? He was after all putting the people of Arendelle first when that cursed Monarch left the country in a frozen state.
Another bang was sounded and the sound of screaming guards echoed through the castle. Then an unfamiliar voice sounded. "GIVE ME HANS!" Hans quickly hid under his bed. Wow, Elsa must have really flipped. But that voice didn't belong to her.
The sounds of distress got closer and closer to the dungeon door. Hans wondered to the identity of this mysterious person. If it was Elsa, then someone would have mentioned it before now. So who was this unnatural being which caused so much devastation?
From behind the door amidst the cries of terror, Hans heard the echo of footsteps approaching the dungeons. But these footsteps sounded like high-heeled shoes, that confirmed the gender of this attacker. It was a woman, but that was astonishing on its own. A woman has just bested the defence of Westergaard Castle. Oh the embarrassment Mother and Father will suffer once they find out.
Abruptly, the footsteps came to a stop once they reached the other side of the dungeon door, much to the horror of the young prince. He hoped that this intruder will pass the frozen door and head on down the corridor to the southern wing of the Castle.
A couple of eerie seconds passed, Hans held his breath and prayed that he wouldn't be discovered. Then suddenly with a bang and a crunch, the door cracked and dispersed into millions of icy splinters. A cold mist entered into the frozen dungeon, covering the floor in a sticky layer of frost. Hans stayed hidden under the cell bed, but he couldn't stop the temptation to get a glimpse of this Ice Sorceress.
It wasn't much of a good glance to be honest, all that could be seen was a dark silhouette with a pair of glowing eyes which searched and scanned the dungeon for the young prince. From what Hans could make out, this sorceress was a girl and a teenage one at that. She was thin and tall with a dark cloak and silver hair. But nothing more could be seen of this witch. However, it was most unusual the way how the shadows seemed to be drawn to this person, it was almost as if she was made of shadows. But either way this confirmed Hans's suspicions. This was definitely not Elsa.
The Sorcerer's eyes then met the prince's gaze. Hans immediately turned his head away from the intruder and shut his eyes. 'Rats!' he thought, 'I'm found! I'm likely to be taken captive or worse!' Although with the current situation he'd likely remain a captive as none of his family would want him back.
After a few moments of silence, Hans bravely turned his head back to face the intruder. But much to his surprise, the girl had vanished from the doorway. The young prince breathed a sigh of relief. She must have thought of him as a lowly prisoner and nothing more, which of course in this circumstance he was.
Hans crawled out from under the bed and stood at the bars of his prison cell. Questions flooded his mind. Who was this person? Why was she here? And why is the cell door open? Hans suddenly got a cold chill down his spine upon realising he wasn't alone down here.
"Well it took you long enough." came a voice behind him.
Hans slowly turned to find the intruder inside the cell with him. She leaned against the wall by the cell window looking at her nails. Hans had expected some sign of battle wound from the recent conflict, but none could be seen.
"Wha... What are you?" the young prince stuttered. With the girl in close proximity to him, he was able to get a good look at this ice sorceress which had bested the defence of Westergaard Castle. Her appearance was extremely unnerving, particularly with her pale skin colour and shadow garments. Hans had to pinch himself to make sure he hadn't died from frostbite.
"The name's Icy, the Witch of Ice. I have come for a prince called Hans." She asked.
Hans's face went pale. "Oh... err... I don't know how to tell you this, but he died."
Icy looked at the young prince. "Is that so?"
Hans nodded, "Yes, there is no prince Hans anymore." In a way, this was true. There would be no way Hans could ever resume his princely duties if his Father had any say about it.
Icy's right arm morphed into an icy jagged blade. "Well, if that's the case."
Hans closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Death would probably be better than what the future had in store for him anyway. He then felt a chill in his ear as Icy whispered to him.
"Fear doesn't lie, your highness."
CAST
(In Order of Appearance)
Characters And Voice Actors
The Duke – Alan Tudyk
Security Chief – Russell Crowe
Minister: State[fat] – Stephen Fry
Minister: Economy[slim] – Hugh Laurie
Minister: Social Affairs[thin] – Colin Firth
Ambassador – Sacha Baron Cohen
Head Servant, Alfred – Michael Gough
Stormy – Megan Fox
It was autumn in the forested plains of southern Germany. An early mornings breeze blew through the orchard of the Duke's stately home in Weselton; Disrupting leaves and branches which had fallen from the three fir trees which stood in the garden.
The disgraced Duke sat in the living room next to the huge lit marble Fireplace. A lot had transpired over the last 5 years since the incident in Arendelle with its unsuitably crowned monarch. The Duke knew what he attempted to do was wrong, but at the time everyone's lives were in danger. The needs of the many, outweighed the needs of the one. The Duke was certain he'd be vindicated and honoured when the matter was brought to court. However, the courts voted in the favour of Arendelle. This caused a lot of headache for Germany as the country was ordered to pay that cursed nation in compensation for the next 10 years.
This unacceptable decision, put onto the people by the courts, resulted in a financial crisis within the first year of the pay out towards Norway. Now for safety reasons, the Duke is mostly housebound as everyone in Germany gazes upon him with harsh looks and ill intent. There was also the incident of his carriage being stoned at by the frustrated crowd, when he had gone to visit the local town hall to overlook the designs of a new recreational centre.
Therefore, with these incidents considered as life threatening. A squadron of guards had been posted at the entrance to the Duke's residence at the bottom of the gated driveway. He mostly had groceries and mail delivered to his doorstep, although he wasn't the one receiving them upon arrival. The security chief always checked the items over first before finally delivering them to the Duke.
The Duke stood up from his red cushioned armchair. He heard a commotion going on outside the living room doors between the security chief and an unknown visitor. Suddenly the doors were hastily shoved open by 3 men, who were clearly Politicians (1 fat, 1 slim and 1 thin). They barged their way into the grey painted room.
The Security Chief was most annoyed. "You cannot overrule my command with such disrespect. Whatever you have for the Duke. Present it to me and I will deliver it to his grace."
The fat man spoke up, "We need to talk to his Grace. The State is in disrepair."
The slim bloke added on, "Our Economy is failing."
The thin fellow seemed to bring even grimmer news, "The people are unhappy Your Grace. They refuse to work while you're still in government."
Unsurprisingly, the Duke didn't like this unfortunate report. He looked up at the security chief who was still trying to usher the 3 Politicians out of the room. "It's ok Wolfgang. These men are my guests. I'll take it from here."
The Security Chief was dumbfounded, "But Your Grace…"
"That will be all!" The Duke snapped.
The Chief bowed and exited the room, closing the doors behind him.
The Duke looked at the 3 men. "Please sit, gentlemen." He said pointing to the armchairs surrounding the fireplace. The men took their seats and the Duke sat back down upon the chair he had been using beforehand.
However, just before they'd even begun to discuss a solution to the country's difficulties, another visitor arrived to the house. There was a knock upon the living room doors.
The Duke groaned. "Yes."
The Security Chief opened the door. "Beg in your pardon, Your Grace."
"What is it Wolfgang?"
"There is someone here to see you."
The Duke put his hand up to his forehead. "Who?"
"The German Ambassador, Your Grace." Wolfgang replied.
The Duke stood up at once and quickly said. "Send him in."
While Wolfgang went to fetch the Ambassador, the 3 gentlemen were rather puzzled. This would be the last person the Ambassador would want to see. Trying to get trade deals and settlements agreed with other countries wasn't as easy now. Particularly when a member of the German government attempted to murder the Arendelle monarch.
Amongst many squabbles between the 3 gentlemen. The State Minister became the spokesman. "What is he doing here?"
"There was a celebratory ball held at Arendelle last night. I asked the Ambassador if he would attend the party and maybe attempt a truce on this compensation deal to help our struggling economy." Answered the Duke. "Although I must admit, I didn't think I'd get a visit from him so soon."
Wolfgang reappeared at the doors. "Your Grace. I present His Excellency, The Ambassador."
A tall gentlemen wearing a ceremonial uniform marched into the room. He wore the facial expression of a strict yet intelligent gentlemen. The Duke hastily ran to greet the smartly dressed man. "Welcome, my Lord. Would you sit down?" he ushered, pointing towards his seat.
The Ambassador eyed the Duke's visitors. "I see you have visitor's Alan, and no doubt you are attempting to solve this wonderful financial difficulty your actions have put this country in." The Ambassador replied harshly upon seeing the men were Politicians. He walked over to the Duke's chair and sat down. The Duke went and fetched one of the servant's chairs which lined the walls of the room.
The Duke felt incredibly small and foolish, he hated being belittled like this. He grabbed the closest chair and placed it opposite the Ambassador next to the fireplace. "As a matter of fact." He began as he sat down. "Yes, we were going to find a solution to this predicament until you walked in. But if I recall, I sent you to Arendelle a day ago. I must say you are back sooner than was expected. Was a deal made?" he asked.
The Politicians noticed this before the Duke did. But the Ambassadors forehead began sweating and his facial expression changed to worry and fear. "Well… there was… you see…" The Ambassador stammered. Whatever façade this gentleman was playing, it was gone.
"Well, speak up man! Was a deal made?" Asked the State Minister.
"I will need to return to Berlin immediately and inform his majesty the Emperor if a deal was made." Added the Economy Minister.
"The people have to know. This could be the solution we were looking for." Said the Social Affairs Minister.
"Gentlemen please!" The Duke shouted. He looked back to the Ambassador to find the man pale. "Stefan?" he asked. "Did something happen in Arendelle?"
The Ambassador could only just nod. The Duke frowned. Judging by the look upon the man's face, something frightening must have occurred. It must have been that monster of a ruler.
Abruptly the calm autumn weather outside began to deteriorate into a thunderstorm. Rain pelted the single pane glass windows and a ferocious wind stormed around the house.
"Blimey!" exclaimed the State Minister. "Sounds like someone up there has gone and turned on the tap."
The Duke's head servant came into the room and lit the central chandelier. "Is there anything I may get you, Your Grace?" he asked.
"Yes Alfred. Tea for four please and do make it quick." The Duke ordered.
"Of course, right away Your Grace." Bowed the Servant and disappeared from the room.
The Duke turned back to the Ambassador. "Stefan?"
The Ambassador looked up at the Duke.
"Tell me what happened."
After the Ambassador had relayed the happenings at Arendelle to the Men present. They all just sat there drinking their hot drinks whilst looking at the fire.
Eventually the Duke spoke. "So there are more monsters out there cursed with Ice sorcery."
It was interesting that the Duke chose to overlook the Nightmare King and those other Witches of Darkness and Storms.
The Duke turned to the three Politicians. "Does any of this mean something to either of you?"
The State Minister spoke up. "Apologies Your Grace. But are we to believe that there is such a being as this Jack Frost? He's a Myth."
"An old wives' tale if there ever was one." The Economy Minister added.
"This is all folly and rubbish. This is the stuff of Children's books and the like. I say the Ambassador chickened out at the first moment he got." Sniffed the Social Affairs Minister.
The Duke stood up. "Ok Gentlemen. Give me a reason as to why the Ambassador would lie?"
Suddenly there was shouting outside the room. The security chief could be heard ordering the guards about. The Duke went to the living room doors and open them to a seen of absolute panic.
"WOLFGANG! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" The Duke bellowed.
Wolfgang ran up to the Duke. "Get back into the room Your Grace." He said pushing the Duke back into the living room.
"How dare you!" the Duke scolded. "You best think of your position boy!"
"I'm sorry sir. But we are under attack." Wolfgang replied.
The Duke's face became stern. "By who?"
"It appears to be the storm, Your Grace." Wolfgang said.
"The Storm? How is that even possible?" the Duke questioned.
Before Wolfgang could answer. The front door flung open and a soldier who was covered in sweat and dirt stumbled through. He was clearly dazed and weary. "The courtyards over run sir. Most of my squad perished."
The Duke picked up. "Did you see the assailant, soldier?" he asked.
The soldier nodded. "Only for a split second, Your Grace. I saw something standing upon a black cloud. It was as if it was commanding the Storm. I only just managed to avoid a lightning bolt to the head when it spotted me."
"Soldier, tell me what you saw?" ordered Wolfgang.
"It… it… looked like a black figure mingled with a pink glow. Its eyes glew white and the skin was as pale as death, sir." The soldier described.
Wolfgang turned to the Duke. "Your Grace, I want you back in that room at once. Don't come out until everything's clear."
The Duke went back into the room. As Wolfgang closed the doors behind the Duke, he made sure to lock and seal the doors shut.
"What is going on?" asked the Social Affairs Minister.
"We are under attack!" replied The Duke. He stood with his back to the doors listening to the noise outside.
"They've come for me." Said the Ambassador.
The Minister of State snorted. "If you think we'd believe that folly story you came up with, then you are sorely mistaken. We aren't fools you know."
Abruptly, there was a rumble and then a loud crash emanating from the front door. The Duke ran from the living room doors and hid behind the chair he'd been using. This didn't really fill the Ministers with much bravery.
For a moment all was quiet with an eerie silence. Then the doors shattered open with a deafening bang. When the dust settled it revealed a teenage girl dressed in black standing in the doorway. She stood holding Wolfgang up by his throat, suffocating him. She seemed to possess incredible strength for one so thin.
Her pink yet black speckled eyes focused on the Duke. "You! Duke of Weasel-town." She pointed to him with her left hand. The Duke had to restrain himself from correcting her. The Girl continued. "You're coming with me."
The Ministers and the Ambassador all looked from the intruder to the Duke. The Duke plucked up courage. "I am not going anywhere with the likes of you, Monster. Begone from my Home immediately." the Duke ordered.
The Girls mood became enraged as her eyes lit up once again. She looked up to the helpless Security Chief she held in her grasp. Wolfgang began to scream as the life force was drained from his body, his arms and legs became limp and his skin dried up.
The Duke quickly regretted his defiance. He ran up to the dark figure. "Please…enough!" he begged.
The stranger turned to the begging man and threw the Security Chief down to the ground, which then evaporated into dust when it made contact with the wooden floor.
The Duke was shocked. He knelt down to the dust filled uniform which was once Wolfgang. "I said 'enough'. Why did you kill him? He had a wife and family."
The intruder walked up to the Duke and whispered into his ear. "Because I wanted to, you little man. Now you will come with me." She pointed to the Dukes guests. "Or they will share the same fate."
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