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(Warning! I am going into the mind of Saevus in this, and, well…he…cusses. I will use asterisks)

SAEVUS

 

Saevus looked up in shock. Lord Castle had somehow returned? Not the most impressive thing he had seen, but still it shocked him.

Suddenly The room Saevus was in began to disappear before his fiery eyes. It melted away and he found himself in a long hallway. It was a dark hallway, with torches placed in holders spaced every fifty feet. The walls were made of a dark, rough stone. The floor itself was dark and polished. The vaulted roof melted into the darkness above. The very air of this hallway breathed hatred. Saevus looked down it…and instantly knew where he was.

Saevus set off down the main hallway of Arx Ardor, trying to get back to his iron throne. He was mulling over what had just happened to him, wondering. Lord Castle? Who the h*** was that? What was that place I just was? How did I even ******* get there in the first place? He stomped down the hallway, thinking, when suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by the fact that he had reached the end off of the hallway.

Here, there was a very tall door. At about his chest were two huge golden handles in the shape of Dragons. The rest of the door was covered with a massive gilded carving of the symbol of the Land of Malterra: The Fiery Eyes.

Saevus looked up at those eyes peering through the twisting flames for a moment, before grasping a handle and pulling open the doors.

Saevus stepped inside, thinking about how he was going to go sit down on his throne and continue plotting the destruction of the Mortunds. He would then maybe go visit the dungeon and torture chambers, and maybe stop by and see what General Sollers was up to. But that was not the case. Sitting on the huge Iron Throne, which was about 150ft in front of him, was…himself.

Truely puzzled at this, Saevus Stepped forward, for once not wanting to make a move that might provoke him. Then-

“Greetings, Emperor!” The cold voice boomed. “I see that you have come to visit…Tell me, what have you been planning to do?”

Saevus looked on in shock. His own self was sitting on his throne, asking him questions. WHAT THE H*** IS GOING ON!!?!??

“You May be wondering what is going on here,” Saevus-on-the-throne said. “I have only one thing to tell you then…listen closely”

Saevus looked on in silence, because for once in his life, he was speechless.

“I have some advice for you…Whatever happens, Don’t. Try. To. Capture. Angel.”

Saevus burst out laughing. That’s it? Don’t capture the one weakness of Miles? Angel?

“Are you serious?” Saevus retorted. “Don’t capture Angel? What kind of d***** nonsense is that?!? The one weakness of Miles? Like I’m gonna listen to that foolish nonsense. Who are you anyway?”

Before Saevus-on-the-throne could respond, Saevus was whisked away… and before he knew it, he crashed into another room.

Slamming into the wall, Saevus crumpled to the floor. He lay there for a moment before getting up. He had a sickening feeling that he knew where he was. And sure enough…

“Emperor Saevus!” A voice he recognized with hatred boomed. “Give up your most prized possession, or join the fashion show.”

A fashion show? Saevus thought. What the h*** is that?!? And my most prized possession? That would be…

Saevus looked down. His flaming sword materialized into his hand. Give up my sword? Heck no. Which means- 

Suddenly Saevus found himself in a group of people, some of whom he recognized, on a stage.

Random but today was my 18th birthday!