Ay, Freinds...
This has been hard for me. I made the fatal mistake of allowing myself to have a lapse of thought. I let out the codes for the gates of my kingdom. I knew they were out but thought it would be better to keep to myself because I didn't want to put my city in danger. As any good king would of done.
But A villian gave those codes to manta. As I awoke my gates we being bashed down by manta and his goons. My armies fought, They fought to their dying breath. Manta and I squared off in my courtyard, As we began to trade blows with our wepons, I noticed something. Around us a large dome slowly closed as the water rushed out. I was traped, Outside the bubble, Manta's goons were blowing up my home. The air begun to weaken me as our battle continued. As my trident swung down, Manta quickly cut my legs making me fall to my knees. My freinds, The hero was done for. He looked down at me and just laughed. He then proceded to ram his sword through my chest. I was left bleeding to death, Suffocating, In what was once my kingdom but now is only rubble. I'm sorry I've failed you all.
I'm not your hero, I'm not your savior.
-Arthur Curry
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
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