When the whole world goes mad.
There was once a wise king that ruled over his people who resided in a vast citadel. The king was feared for his might and admired for his wisdom. And all his subjects revered him.
The citadel had one source of water which was a well in the centre. In the mornings people would gather to pull fresh water from the well and in the evenings they would sit around it in the shade of palm trees. They would chat, share the wisdoms of their king and says thanks for the fact that they lived in such a peaceful place, at such a peaceful time.
But like all good tales, there was darkness waiting beyond the safety of the text.
Somewhere in the wastes, a dark shape was forming and, as the storms began to blow, it moved ever closer to its goal.
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