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Edward was the kingpin criminal in the medieval city of Rava. Robberies, murders, and human trafficking, you name the crime, and it was likely linked to Edward. After decades of pursuit by the kingdom, with casualties on both sides, Edward was finally captured on a cold rainy night, with all of his gang members having been killed by the Queens Lana's guards.

In the courthouse of Edward's trial, Queen Lana decided that the punishment of death was far too unsatisfying for the downfall of such a criminal like Edward. No, Edward must die, but he must die at the Queen's hands.

“Health specialists are warning people of possible new virus that may be harmful to humans. As of this time we have no information on weather this is a virus that has evolved or if it’s an extremist weapon” informed the radio announcer.

Of course, this was missed by the sound of eggs frying in the kitchen of the Taylor house hold as Beth Taylor made breakfast for herself and her daughter Lucy.

As usual Lucy was not up yet. No matter how much her mother told her to set her alarm for 7am she never did.

The door crept open with absolute silence. Not even the complaint of a hinge announced Shelley’s entry. A wool-lined outsole of a boot took the first cautious step inside, then her brown cloak was clutched close as she sidled through the gap. She drew her hood back to behold the sight of the ancient library.

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Tight. So very, very tight.