A brutal war had just ended. The King of Mythoria had fallen. The new king- King Mordor had taken his place. King Mordor was 24ft tall and disfigured. He was the now the king of 6 different kingdoms.

He wasnt horrible but he wasn’t good.

One night he grew angry, violent, his mind raced with all these things.

He spotted a knight..a sickening smile grew..the knight backed away in fear- the king snatched him up and held the knight to his face.

He took off the knights helmet and his smile grew.

Yes..yes you’ll do just fine for me.~

He placed the knight in a cage on his shelf..he stuck his ugly crooked finger through the cage and gently caressed the knight.

You’ll be perfect for the wedding tomorrow.