King Geor moved his way quickly through the corridor, searching for his way to the palace stables. This whole trip was useless, he thought to himself as he passed two servants who moved out of his way quickly. That great idiot is going to get us all killed if he continues to resist my wishes. King Geor descended the great staircase and continued to storm his way through the palace. The stable doors were already opened and waiting for the King to come through; his horse waited patiently, it's legs moving about. King Geor swung his leg over the horses saddle and prepared for his long journey back to the City of Garol. His horse galloped through the palace's courtyard and off into the main city's street. People looked up at King Geor as he rushed past, surprised by his sudden appearance. King Geor knew he had to get out of the city as soon as possible.
The Lord of Yeirh looked out at the city streets and watched as the King rode off toward the woods and mountains. "Was I right?' he asked his servant who stood behind him, watching the King as well. "Is it possible that King Geor was right. Is the Dark Power really back?"
"It is." the servant said.
"How can you be sure? You are only a servant." the Lord of Yeirh snapped out.
"I am more than you know..." the servant concluded.
"What?" the Lord of Yeirh said, turning around to look at the servant behind him. "What are...!" He froze mid-sentence and moved back, tripping over his cloak and falling down onto the ground. The servant moved forward and stood over the Lord of Yeirh. The servant's eyes glowed a brilliant blue, and a dark, black smoke filtered out of the man's mouth, heading for the Lord's body. The smoke tied its self around the Lord and moved it's way up to his face. The Lord of Yeirh tried to scream, but soon the smoke was pushing into the man's mouth, stopping his breathing and his heart. The black smoke continued into the dead man's body until the smoke was no longer outside the man. The body of the Lord of Yeirh moved sporadically, his arms flailing about. The Lord's eyes flew open and a brilliant blue glowed out. He pushed himself up until he was standing straight up, looking at the possessed servant.
"Are the plans set?" the body of the Lord asked the servant.
"Yes. He will soon be dead. Everything is going as planned."
"Good. Soon we will all be in control." The Lord of Yeirh's body turned and looked out at the city. The King was exiting the city and was soon lost into the forest.
"So it begins."
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