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050 creative sparks a collection of creative writing by EPTS 051

suddenly Ava shushed them, their enemies and friends. Darius knew emperor now though so don’t bother.” sitting on the throne. He beheaded the
faces lost the light and went serious. Arman was not going to be alive for “What? The Emperor?” “Cheng swore man right away, and was crowned the
Ava’s hearing was second to none, long, he was losing blood fast, from the she saw him being taken to the palace.” very next morning. Darius found out that
taking over the loss of his sight. gaping wound on the side of his leg. He was standing in front of the Cyrus dreamt about him overthrowing
“Bandits,” Darius whispered hoarsely. Without a word, they charged fast into emperor. Sitting on the throne and looking the throne and ruling the world which
The sound was getting closer, and the the group of bandits, he slashed down on him like he was the most thus began his mistrust. He scoffed –
group was large. “Let’s kick their butts desperately, knowing that it would not interesting in the world. It reminded him ironically it came true, but he was glad
and finish our soup shall we?” Arman be enough. of the day when he last met the king. for it. With the power he had now he
smirked confidently, lifting up the The sun was rising – and the ‘When it all started,’ he mused bitterly. expanded the kingdom, improved the
group’s spirit. Darius wasn’t fooled, he scorching heat was returning to the Eyes as cold as ice and his face as hard royal pathway and most importantly, he
knew Arman well, and the confidence desert. Darius was sitting on the as stone, Darius made an imposing traded more things than any other
was forced. His and Arman’s gaze met, ground, and on his lap was the head of figure. “So I’ve heard, of the man who nation would. They said it was the
they nodded, and the fight began. Arman, smiling peacefully. He cleary travelled the desert by himself. Though golden age of Persia and they praised
Darius rammed his knife into remembered the words before he died: when I’ve met him, I’ve become even him for it. Darius cared of none of that.
another bandit’s skull – there were many, “Promise me – Darius – ha- don’t look more intrigued,” the words were spoken He slowly went towards a ledge, leaning
but with the rate they were going, they at me like that. We knew from the start through an interpreter beside the out towards the sea. There lay eight
were going to come out victorious. Then of who you were. And we don’t care! emperor – his voice squeaky and graves simply buried but well taken
Ester took a wider step than she should, Why would we have to care what the annoying. Darius smiled, and he began care of. He remembered how he
and lost balance. Her face was one of imperial has to say! Promise me – my to speak the words he had recited, painfully carried each body up the
horror, as the bandit sliced a knife brother, promise to live on – and rise starting the web of his plan. caravan – their blood soaking up his
across her stomach. Ester fell, and and become great Darius – the great It was all too easy – he befriended shirt. He burnt them in China, and
Bahadur screamed in rage as he and wealthy protector.” the emperor in less than a year, and brought their remains back to Persia,
advanced towards the bandit. “Bahadur The city of Xi’an was busy with came back to Persia under a new name. where they belong. He looked at the
– No!” he screamed, hoping it would morning activities and gossips. “Did you He learnt what had happened, his father neatly arranged grave which were each
stop the raging man. Bahadur would not hear? About a Persian man that came was executed, accused of forming a dug by his own hands. He smiled
stop, and that costed him his life. in the city alone! Alone!” “They said his coup by Cambysis who came in to rule wistfully, looking at the sea and poured
Arman and Darius were standing friends got killed in the middle of the after Cyrus had died. the wine onto the graves. “You have
back to back, facing the remaining way and he traveled on his own!” “Who He went in the throne room with his always wanted to see the sea my
bandits. They were covered in blood and is he?” “His name was Alhors or other supporters, nearly almost all of friends.”
surrounded by the corpses of their Baldorse or something; he’s with the the nobles – to find a magus imposter,