King Kalarot

It was cold that night, so cold, as I walked home from the court of bolaroth for the third time that week. I had refused the company of a certain male named King Kalarot, and he had taken me to court for treason. He didn’t turn up. Strange really, considering the court was his court because he is king of upper Cornwall. I suppose I am a bit of a strong character... anyway, getting back to the story in hand, I was walking back home when out of the blue some foreign soldiers rode into bolaroth with cages of doves, showing peace. They rode past and went into the castle in a hurry, and I thought nothing more of it.

The next day a Kings official knocked on my door and said the king wanted to see me “King Kalarot of bolaroth as formally asked you for your presence at the hearing of the new quest, if you do not appear; he will hunt you down like a dog.” I didn’t think I had much say in whether I would like to go or not, so I accepted and that night I turned up in my best dress and heard what the new quest was to be. Malfred the newest night had been set a challenge to kill the Beast of lower Cornwall, with its tail as strong as stone and its teeth as sharp as swords. At first I was glad that someone else was doing it, however, I slowly started to realize that I could do this silly quest and so I stood on my feet and said “Your highness, for your sake and mine I must insist that I do this quest instead of Sir Malfred because I would like to repay you for my unacceptable behaviour.” There was complete silence and I started to begin to wish I hadn’t said anything, until the king started to laugh “YOU are a woman, you cannot do a quest!” he exclaimed. So I got up onto my feet, walked over to Sir Malfred and took the scroll straight out of h...

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...eading, and before he got his royal executioner up he shouted one last thing, “I have a special guest who came especially to see this happen” and he opened up a hatch in the side of the castle wall and out came the Beast in a cage pulled by two peasants. He looked at me and had a mournful look on his face as tears rolled down my cheeks.

I was told to put my head on the block.

I did so.

I was told to shut my eyes.

I did so.

And the last thing I heard before I died, was the Beast screaming as my head was cut clean off.

And so looking down on everyone form way up here, I saw the beast die of a broken heart, but he is safe with me now. And always will be, and I got out of there just in time as The Great City and Bolaroth were consumed by a raging fire, it looked so beautiful. And in my heart I felt a quirk of pride that I had such justice had been dealt.