Finished 00:52, and I'm quite proud of this one.
With a sickening crunch the chosen one fell to the
ground. He lay, motionless, on the floor of the palace, at the feet of the
overlord. For his part the overlord was thrilled, having finally defeated his adversary,
and immediately decided to celebrate. He would host a feast; there would be
much drinking and making merry, and it would all be in his honour. Caught up in
his daydreams of roast hogs and dancing girls, he didn’t notice the pool of
blood spreading around his feet until he slipped in it and fell, hitting his
head hard. He died instantly.
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