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It had been a week since I was thrown in the cellar. My mouth was dry and caked with mud, the desert dust somehow managing its way in there and staying, soaking up every bit of saliva that I had. I was dehydrated and starving. A guard came in once a day to give me a small cup of water, just to sustain me until the public execution. Just like old times. I thought. Going back to the palace lifestyle had softened me up, but now I was in hell again. It's always nice to have a normalcy to life, isn't it?

It could've been worse, I suppose. At least in this cell, I was shaded somewhat from the ruthless sun, which made its way in through a crack in the ceiling at some times of the day. I had found that I had regained my powers halfway through the week, waking up from a dream spitting fire. That caused quite a disturbance with the neighboring prisoners. I could've easily broken out by now if it wasn't for these damned magic-cancelling shackles that I was in. I pulled and tugged every time that I could, but alas, it was useless. My only hope now was for Elsa and the Arendellens to come and rescue me. I slumped over, drifting off into a sleep/trance state that I went into a lot when entrapped here. A vision came.

I was overlooking the Northern Dunes, not an unfamiliar sight. But, what I saw riding across them was new to me. At least two dozen snow stallions were sprinting on the sand, with flurry clouds above them. I didn't know what the clouds' purpose was, but then I realized that it was to keep the horses from melting. That was clever of Elsa. Her, Anna, and Kristoff were leading the sprint, followed by numerous armored guards, packing heavy weaponry. It was an impressive effort, for sure, but I knew it wouldn't be enough to storm the castle. Our defense on the cliffs was just too strong, but maybe if Elsa was with them, she could make a difference.

I focused on her for a long while. She wasn't in her usual blue dress, she had a white and tan tunic on, with a white turban wrapped around her head. Most of the others were dressed the same, they had come prepared for the desert. I looked at her face intently, or as much as I could through the dream. Her blue eyes were squinted against the wind, her lashes catching bits of sand in them. I saw that she had a weapon strapped to her saddle. It was a staff, much like mine, but smaller, and white, with light blue details of snowflakes on it. I started pondering where she had acquired such a weapon but then thought back to her sorceress friend Dellit.

I saw them closing in towards the cliffs when I was shaken awake by a guard. "Come on, son." He said somberly, picking me up by the underarms. "It's time to go."

"Go where?"

I didn't hear a reply, but that still answered my question. He unhooked my cuffs from the floor, but keeping them on my wrists so I couldn't conjure anything. When we went out the door, I was escorted by five other guards, all grabbing onto my arms so that I couldn't escape. I didn't struggle. I knew that a rescue party was on the way, all I needed was a bit more time.

When we got to the front doors of the prison, a sack was pulled over my head as they lead me somewhere, most likely to the place of my execution in the castle. As soon as we stepped into the streets, I could hear a faint droning sound. As we walked further and further, the sound became stronger and stronger. Once we had stepped into a certain place, the sound was deafening. I could feel the sun on my back as I was led to the center of the noise. I could tell now that it was shouting. My jacket was taken off of my back, exposing my bare skin and tattoos going to about the middle of my chest. My arms were raised as I felt myself getting secured to another position. The bag was ripped off of my head. The sight before me was magnificent, and terrifying.

I was in the middle of the colosseum, chained to a giant wooden pole, larger in diameter than I was. The stands were packed, full of angry Restaugan citizens, cupping their hands over their mouths. In the Imperial Box, I could see the figure of my father, sitting down calmly in his chair. He was in his purple robes, and his crown lay upon his royal head. I hated him now more than ever. I looked next to him, seeing my numerous cousins and relatives, all talking amongst themselves excitedly. I asked myself how they could be so evil as to turn on their own family in an instant. I got myself so worked up, I could see the flames burning before my eyes. I looked around in the Imperial Box some more, around my treacherous family, but couldn't see Jeral. But then, a gate opened, and out of the darkness came a man clad in white, wielding a large longbow in his hand. The crowds' jeering and shouting had turned to wild cheers, rising to their feet and applauding their hero, the paladin. I could hear teenage girls squealing and fainting in the stands. Jeral must have turned into the real heartthrob while I was gone, I thought.

He held up his hands, silencing the crowd. He raised his voice, shouting to the people once the noise had died down. He pointed at me. "Jeram Igneal is sentenced to high treason! He will now be executed in the name of justice!" I heard the overpowering roar of the people come back. He shot up his hands again. "He has escaped this fate for too long! Today, he meets Satan!" Jeral then let the crowd continue their cheers.

He walked over to me and whispered in my ear, which I could barely hear between the cries coming from the stands. "This is three years too late, brother. This is for mother." He walked about fifty yards away from me, taking an arrow out of his quiver and notching it on the bow. He raised it towards me, making sure that the aim was right. I knew it would be. Ever since we were boys, Jeral had been an expert marksman. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Anna, Kristoff, and Elsa running into the stands. They must have easily gotten into the kingdom, all the military had been here. As the bowstring was released. I looked at Elsa in the distance. Her hands were cupped over her mouth, blue eyes piercing through the air. I looked down. The arrow had sunk itself into the left side of my chest. Right into my heart. As blood poured from the wound, my vision died, along with the rest of my body. I was gone. Or so I thought.