A story inspired by the Game of Thrones series about multiple stories of men and beasts one to survive and the other to thrive in a competition nor for greed or tyranny but for the strongest to survive...
An army marches at the gates of a castle with old age and moss on almost all of the walls with barely any soldiers on the walls and what soldiers there were were old men and children who could barely hold a sword let alone hold a castle from an invading force. One of the lords from the army outside steps forward in front of his army on a horse with a lion emblem on the armour and the man with a fur coat of a bear on his armour looks at the few soldiers on the wall confident he would win if he were to attack but never more underestimating the few men installed there. "King Heraldic you have betrayed our coven by being in league with the Fularius people of the north and leading the coven to ruin." None of your men have to die this day come and your death will be a quick one." The King comes out of the castle gate with two bodyguards by his side with a sigil of an eagle on the armour they were wearing. Lord Heraldic steps forward and confronts the man with the bear fur coat stepping down from his horse. "Lord Cartwright I presume you are here for my surrender." He looks at Lord Heraldic's walls and then back at him. "Gregory please don't make me do something I'll regret." Just surrender yourself to the coven and maybe you... Lord Heraldic stops him. "Maybe what Francis?" You think they'll let me live after the truce I had made with the Myth's leader." Lord Francis looks at the ground sadly closing his eyes then looks back opening his eyes. "Francis." Heraldic puts his hand on Francis's shoulder."If I am to die it will not be that bastard Durius who will take the throne. Heraldic takes Francis closer. "Francis you must promise me please do not let Durius inherit the throne you must promise me this." Francis is frantic and puts on a worried look. "Yes I promise." Heraldic relieved looks at the army behind Francis. "Now do what you must." Francis calls on of the squires at his disposal and gives him heavy but not to heavy to lift chains and puts it on Lord Heraldic's wrists and they take him away. "My Lord!" A man from the old walls yells out at Lord Heraldic and he stops and looks back. "It is alright my son do what they say." And Heraldic disappears behind the devouring army of swords and banners... Francis a top the walls looks at his advisor in arms Charles walking towards him. "Is there news Charles?" Charles in a not so good way speaks." My Lord the first of the lords is here." Charles says in a grave tone. "Charles what is it?" "My Lord it's Wolfsbane.." Francis drops the cup he was drinking from." My Lord..."
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