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It was a special day for Themisqua. A day that would go down in history-the end of the people's suffering. The beacon had finally arrived-the prophesy would be fulfilled. Today, the disease that had plagued Themisqua for centuries and taken so many innocent lives would finally end. Today, the beacon would die. The prince faced his people, his mother by his side as she addressed the crowd, ever the perfect queen. He could see the determination in her eyes, the hope in the people's faces-but none of it could excuse the pit that grew in his stomach. The queen ended her speech, and as the people were lost in their cries of celebration, she turned to her son.
"You know what must be done. The cell is locked-there is no chance of the beacon attacking you or escaping. The spear is long enough-stick it through the bars and it will impale him. And...don't forget, everyone here loves you...you can do this."
She handed him the ceremonial spear, and he had no choice but to face the long, winding stairs down to the dungeon.
Otis: -he looked down at the spear for a second or two and took a breath-. . right. -he forced himself to walk down the stairs-
-he was also a determined being. not as much as his mother but, still determined. though now matter he tried he could force himself to want this. he was able to hurt someone for the greater good or to protect but to kill someone? the thought made his stomach fill with dread and sickness. he hated this. so much.-
