When Don regained consciousness, he found himself, tied up and on his knees, in the throne room. He was facing the throne; the main door to the room was behind him. On his left, he caught sight of the corpse of the king, thrown aside into a dark corner, out of the way of Cedrix. Cedrix stood in front of Don, and rebels were stationed at various points in the room.
One of them was right next to Cedrix, holding Sam's hand. This Rebel was, like the other rebels, dressed in the same black uniform; however, the Rebel wore a mask and a hood, which the others didn't. Judging by the Rebel's frame, she was a female— and a young one, moreover. Don could not read her, and, as far as appearances went, she seemed emotionless and in support of Cedrix.
"Tsk, tsk. Landed in trouble, eh, Don? Why go through so much for a dead king and queen? Join me, as my head of security, and I will pay you all the benefits you could desire."
When he said that, Sam's eyes widened, and he began to wail. Don realized that, before then, Sam had not discovered that the king and queen were dead, and Don' heart broke for the young boy. The Rebel, too, looked distressed, and she glanced at Cedrix. But only for a moment, and then she turned her head back to facing forward and returned to her former stance.
Don spat on the ground.
"You're stupid if you think that I will join you."
Cedrix lost his temper.
"Very well, then!" He turned to the Rebel.
The Rebel looked at him. Cedrix motioned in the direction of Don, and the Rebel nodded, understanding what he was saying. With a slight delay, she walked towards Don, who swallowed, knowing what she was coming to do.
As soon as the Rebel let go of Sam's hand, he ran— past Don— outside. He hesitated for a fraction of a second when he passed Don, but continued running. Don closed his eyes, hoping that Sam would make it, that Sam would survive, for his family and for the kingdom, which was now falling to wicked and incapable hands.
"Follow him!" Cedrix yelled, his face red and his veins bulging out with anger.
The Rebel reached Don; as she walked, she had shown no nervousness, no disagreement, nothing but composure. She clutched his hair and jerked his head back. Heartlessly looking into his eyes, she took out a small knife from her pocket and drew it across his throat while Cedrix yelled at the rebels, leaving a thin trail of blood that followed the path of the blade. The Rebel let go of Don' head, and he collapsed onto the ground. The Rebel nodded to Cedrix and stepped away. He nodded back to her, then left the room, with all the other rebels following him.
Meanwhile, Sam had run extremely fast, so frightened he barely knew what to do or what he was doing; he had just run, for some reason thinking that maybe he could just go find the nearest shopkeeper to chase away his uncle and the rebels, as if they were a few petty thieves or raccoons rather than a small army of armed rebels. His pace quickened even more when he saw a group of the rebels following him. But, strangely, seeing the men cleared his head. He at once processed that the reign of his father and life as he knew it was falling apart. He would have to either avenge his family or return to see if he could help the royal household, if any of them survived. Either way, his only mission now was to stay alive. He started running as fast as he could, wildly flailing and jerking his limbs in a funny-looking way. His speed distanced him so far from the group that they were out of sight. The jeopardy he was in made him realize his strengths were a lot more than he would have thought they were, if his life had gone on undisrupted.
Abruptly, Sam stopped short. Right in front of him was a cliff. He peered over and saw that, from the cliff, a waterfall ran into a large, deep pool. By the pool was a forest, and beyond the pool was a shallow river that flowed towards some villages in the distance.
There was a stranger leaning on a post in front of the cliff. Looking at the stranger with an expression of despair that would have wrung compassion from a statue, Sam pitifully asked,
"Have you ever had to do something that you were really scared to do, but you had to do it?"
Before the stranger could figure out how to respond, Sam backed up, ran hard to gain momentum, and jumped off the cliff, before the horrified stranger could stop him.
By then, the rebels had caught up. Roughly shaking the stranger by his shoulder, the leader of the group demanded,
"Where is he?"
Silently, the stranger pointed off the cliff. Releasing the stranger, the leader heartlessly laughed; he didn't think the boy would survive the jump. Without checking on Sam, he and the other rebels walked back to the palace.
Please comment your thoughts on the story. I want to know your opinions and ideas. I also want to have more support for my story, but who's really cares about motive, anyway?
Constructive criticism is welcome!
Speaking of library (I know we weren't, but please hear me out), this book would fit perfectly in that nook you have. Try adding "Young Heirs" to prove it.
Hopefully humorously and effectively,