The young Prince has a dark temper the village folk said. He more takes after his Uncle rather than the gentle king his father.

With these words echoing through my head I explored the steep slopes of the castle's Northern face.

The carrion crows had led me to a dark shadowed cliff ,strewn with human remains, some of them several winters dead.

It was there I found the broken mutilated body of the Prince's tutor.The ruby ring given to him in payment by the king for taking on such a difficult pupil.

Crouched examing the tutors body I felt I was being watched. Looking up I saw a figure silhouetted by torchlight...

Though I could not see see who it was, the malice and hate emanating from this person left me with little doubt that I was in the presence of the Prince.

:O) Something fun for Halloween.
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