LucianoThere on his bed, my father lay, blood all over the sheets and his body torn into half. He was dead, no, he had been killed. I stared at the scene in front of me, blank at first. I couldn't believe, I didn't want to. My father was a mighty warrior. He had fought so many on his own, brought kingdoms to their knees with just his commands. He couldn't be dead. In the distance, I could hear the cries from my men as they found him just like I had and it angered me. Gone was the blankness, the only thing that remained was rage, simmering and boiling. I wanted to tear everybody who had done this apart. I turned to the men and asked:, “How did this happen?" My voice was calm and they knew I was beyond reason. They didn't answer me, their eyes didn't meet mine. Right under their noses someone had snuck inside this house, this fortress of ours and taken my dad's life. The anger in me rose beyond measure, all I could see was red and then a high scream from in front of me. I had tor
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