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| rdfs:comment | - It was the morning from the night before. Marcus could still hear the lingering words the head guard had said to him echoing around his head. Fools…. How can a 7 year old boy get away from dozens of supposedly trained guards in Albion’s most heavily fortified castle? Fools… “Guard….Why is it so cold down here?” Marcus couldn’t make out the guards face just the vague outline through the darkness. “Sorry mi’lord. Excuse me. But I think ya put a stop to the dungeon furnace months ago…something bout prisoner’s won’t need the warmth of firewood” He smiled. Marcus decided to break the silence.
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| abstract | - It was the morning from the night before. Marcus could still hear the lingering words the head guard had said to him echoing around his head. Fools…. How can a 7 year old boy get away from dozens of supposedly trained guards in Albion’s most heavily fortified castle? Fools… Marcus’ frustration was noticeable. He could feel his face contorting as he made his way down the stone steps of the dungeon. As he descended the light of morning seemed to fade away to darkness. It was hard for his eyes to adjust to the low light. The faint glow of the candles every 8 steps allowed him to see just enough to avoid tripping up. The floor was covered with dirt and felt slippy underfoot as this whole place seemed to be crawling with damp. When he finally reached the base of the dungeon he felt a freezing cold air pass over him. He motioned to the man on duty sat on a wooden stool by the steps. “Guard….Why is it so cold down here?” Marcus couldn’t make out the guards face just the vague outline through the darkness. “Sorry mi’lord. Excuse me. But I think ya put a stop to the dungeon furnace months ago…something bout prisoner’s won’t need the warmth of firewood” It suddenly occurred to the Marcus that had indeed given that order. However, he didn’t realise the depths of the castle would grow this cold. He smiled. “So I did. Guard. However, now we have a most important guest we must do all we can to keep him comfortable in this period of changes.” He ensured he was loud enough so that all could hear in the dungeon. “Relight the furnace guard. Please go and chop some wood. And bring it back immediately. I will keep watch in the mean time. You have 10 minutes before I lose my patience and feed you to the furnace instead of firewood” The little guard immediately scuttled off up the steps tripping up the first step as he went. Marcus moved slowly deeper into the dungeon. There was a potent smell of faeces in the air which was making his stomach turn. He tried to ignore it. As he moved past the cells he noticed that some of the inmates were wrapped in the bed sheets on the floor. Marcus decided that he didn’t care if they were dead or who they were in fact. Death is all these cretins deserved. He eventually reached the end cell and stood there in the darkness looking down through the bars at the man that was sat in there with his head in hands. He looked like he had taken a good beating and been crying all night. Marcus decided to break the silence. “Just in case you’re wondering. Which I’m sure you are. My new seat as lord of this house is very comfortable. It is even better still now that all the blood around it has been cleaned up. Oh yes very nice indeed.” The man in the cell remained silent. The condensation from his breath looked like he was smoking a pipe. He didn’t move a bit he was just like a smoking statue. “Oh dear me. Not talking are we? Well that’s fine. I bet you don’t want to know what happened to the children then do you? Hmmm?” Marcus starting giggling into the cell. That got a reaction immediately. “What did….What did you do to the children Marcus?” The broken man voice said in a whisper. His teeth had been smashed out and his face looked to have maybe two or three fractures. He looked like a hobbe in humans clothes. “Well they’re not dead if that’s what you were thinking Reid my poor hobbe looking fellow.” Reid started to cry. “Oh Marcus at least you sparred….” “SILENCE REID. It is MY LORD to you. The girl is to be raised as my own. She has yet to be tainted by her father’s weakness I may even grow to love her over time…. The boy Kingsley though. With regret needs to die as his mother and father. You will tell me where he is!” “Louisa is to be raised as yours? She will find out everyone knows about her!” Reid mumbled confused. “I’m afraid everyone thinks she’s dead….. You know I even bought a dead baby from a family in Bowerstone a couple of days ago to show prove that Louisa was dead. When in fact baby Louisa is just been hidden for a few months until I can fabricate a story as her been a bastard of mine.” “WHAT!!! Why would you do that?” Reid said angered. “Well… so she can be my pet….and so that I can tease by brother from beyond the grave! Everyone needs a hobby Reid just like you and your gardens.” “YOU SICK BASTARD!” Reid screamed. “You will be careful to mind your tongue Reid. You are talking to the lord of this house. I will repeat again if you hadn’t heard. Where is the boy Kingsley.” It was Reid’s turn to laugh. “He got away did he?....Well I’m afraid if he has got away I don’t think you will find him again. You see… MY…. LORD…. that boy has the blood of the ARCHONS just like his grandfather.” Marcus took a step back noticeably flustered by the comment Reid had just made. “How do you this Reid? You’re just a castle handyman.” “I know…I know because I can see it in his eyes. I can see it in his strength, in his speed and in his will. I’m sorry Marcus but mark my words he will come back for you. It may not be today it may not be tomorrow but I assure you he will come back and there will be nothing you can do to stop him taking what is rightfully his. You and your brother didn’t have the blood but he does. You need to sleep with one eye open Mar…..” “TELL ME WHERE HE IS??? If you do you will receive a full pardon for your treason and you will be aloud to continue your role in the castle under house arrest.” There was a tone of desperation in Marcus’ voice. Reid stood up to face Marcus. He gripped the bars that separated the two men tightly. He started to laugh. It was quiet at first, but then got louder and more hysterical. He laughed so violently that it started to stir the other prisoners in the dungeon some of which joined in the laughter. “Marcus….I’m afraid I don’t know where he is.” He said through his continued laughs. “…and if I did I wouldn’t tell you…not over my dead body….” Marcus’ face became red with anger. “You can joke Reid. But it’s me who will have the last laugh.” Marcus turned away quickly from the laughing handyman and stormed back towards the entrance of the dungeon. The guard had returned from collecting firewood and was lighting the furnace. Marcus ensured that his commands to the guard could be heard by all in the dungeon. “GUARD! Please remove that wood from the furnace. I don’t want any wood wasted on these cretins. Also please can you restrict food to once every 3 days. Additionally, since these vile creatures appear to be having such a great time in here I don’t think they need these candles on for hmmm…..a month or so.” The laughter from around the dungeon suddenly stopped and quiet moans or protest could be heard from around the dungeon. “OH and Reid my good fellow. I won’t be killing you. I will be keeping you there until the day you die of old age. Have a great life.” Marcus nodded to the guard and left climbing the stairs out of the dungeon giving an evil belly laugh as he went. The guard started removing the candles around the dungeon just as Marcus had removed all the good from around the castle.
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