《ReWritten: The War of The Kingdoms》Once A Man Who Spoke In Poems
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"Am I going crazy, or did that look extremely real?" Yong asked.
Yama continues to stare at the head that was once attached to the body. The same body that still lays next to them in a pool of blood. "I'm thinking the same thing."
Wataru hyperventilates as he closes his eyes and rocks back and forth. "I'm really freaking out. That body and that head were attached only a minute ago, and now they're not."
"I think we're all freaking out, Wataru. I mean, what if that is an actual body?" Yama asked, hoping to not receive an answer.
Sora looks at the others with a serious expression, not wanting them to think she is joking. "Guys, I don’t see any cameras, we have no script and I don't have an explanation for that vortex we went through. I have a feeling this isn't part of the show."
"You're not implying there's an alternate dimension where our low budget show is real?" Yong asked.
"I am."
"Weird. I wonder how many other worlds there are about low budget shows." Wataru said.
"That's a scary thought." Jin said.
"What if it's some sort of hidden camera show?" Yong asked.
"Maybe, but even if that's true, I don't think they'll let us actually get hurt." Sora said, as she stared at the deep cuts on her arms from the hawk's talons.
Wataru opens his eyes and looks at his leg, wincing as he touches the gashes on his leg. "That's true. We're all pretty beat up from those things."
"Okay, let's pretend we're where we think we are. What do we do?" Yama asked.
"What can we do? We don't have any magical abilities like our characters." Wataru said.
"Well, if we're trapped in here, they must think we're villains or something. That guy, Tazul, is one of the elders of the kingdom. He's a good guy in the show." Yong said.
"Yeah, but who was that other guy? I don't recognize that character." Jin said.
"Me either, but then again, I've never really paid attention to the show." Yama said.
"I think the next chance we get, we should explain to them we're not from here. That we aren't the people they think we are and go from there." Jin said.
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"Okay, that's our plan for now. Let's wait until Junichi returns and tell him." Soda said.
"Oh, no.” Yong's eyes bulged. "They have Junichi. What if he says the wrong thing and gets us all killed?"
"Unfortunately, that's a real possibility." Jin said, trying not to look at the separated head beside them.
The guards drag Junichi up the stairway, causing him to slam on each of the stone steps, not concerned at all for his physical well-being. As they continue to the throne room, the atmosphere has completely changed. The thick, musty air in the dungeon is replaced with the fresh and cool breeze that came from a lush garden right outside the wide-open windows. The sunlight lit up every room, showing men and women dashing around, rushing to finish their daily tasks. The guard then takes a sharp left turn, whipping Junichi into a nearby wall and continuing like nothing happened.
A shadow now eclipses them as a five-hundred-foot statue of King Rathmal sat in the middle of the courtyard. A statue that's surrounded by grass and walls of water that fall from the ledges around the courtyard. The first minute that Rathmal overthrew the king he ordered immediately for this statue to be built. Wanting a more unsubtle way to show his brilliance and dominance.
Despite the busy surroundings and the colossal statue, Junichi's eyes stay glued to the ground, still visibly shocked at the murder he witnessed. The guards opened the large metal double doors, picking up Junichi and slamming him into a wooden chair in the center of the large room. Cuffs appeared from the chair, immediately trapping his wrists and ankles.
"You guys really need to consider a gentler approach." Junichi whispered to himself.
Gindloc was now standing and staring out the window at the kingdom, staring upon the city and the people in it. Junichi then hears the same steel-toed boots getting closer and closer to the chair. "I witnessed everyone in that cell be murdered in front of me, not long ago, in a most gruesome manner. So, inform me, how are all of you still alive?" Tazul asked.
"I don't know, maybe reincarnation?" Junichi gave any answer he could think of. Desperately trying his best not to die. Strolling around the chair, Tazul suddenly stops and stands directly in front of him, peering down, trying to meet his eyes.
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"You are so different from what I remember. You used to be so serious, but calm, even right before the moment I stabbed you through the heart. Don't you remember?" As Tazul's hand dangles the chain attached to his hip, blood continues to drip from the edge of the blade.
"Listen, I have no idea what you're talking about. We started filming and the next thing I know, I'm here."
Tazul, losing his composure, slams his fist down, inches away from Junichi's head. "Stop talking in riddles. I'm running out of patience."
"I don't know what you want. I'm only an actor in a show." Junichi looks down and starts to cry dramatically, making Tazul even more upset.
"What I want is information. Now tell me everything."
As the door slams open, the guards walk in and open the cell door, throwing Junichi back inside. They quickly lock the cell and leave the dungeon shortly after. "What happened? Did you find anything out?" Yama asked.
"Yes, I'm okay. You don't need to worry." Junichi said in a sassy tone.
"Did you find out any important information?" Yama asked more urgently than before, as they all moved closer to Junichi.
"No, nothing important. Except, witnessing us all die before or something and then he wanted to know about the show we're on. He asked a lot of questions."
"We all died? Is this in the future or something?" Yong asked.
"I don't know. He didn't tell me anything."
"Did you try explaining that we're not from here?" Sora asked.
Junichi rubs his face aggressively. Fidgeting more with each question. "Yes, I told him we're actors, and that's when he asked me about the show. But I told him I know little about the show and that's when he sent me away."
"Did anything else happen? Will he let us out of here? Or did he mention the others?" Jin asked, getting closer and closer to Junichi.
"No, nothing. Listen, I don't know. I might've just seen someone die in front of me and I was just interrogated by a very large scary man. I need time to think." Junichi yelled, reaching his limit with the constant questions, which he didn't know the answers to.
Jin reaches down and pats Junichi on the back.
"Okay, we understand Junichi. It was probably really intense, but we're here for you. Junichi, we truly care about you, okay?
Junichi gently nods and turns to face the wall, pale as a ghost, still shaking from the sudden events. Everyone scatters within the cell, not saying another word, trying their best to find any answers to make sense of all of this.
Gindloc and Tazul stayed in the throne room as Gindloc continued to gaze out the window. Tazul, becoming anxious, flips his knife, aiming to get as close to the fifty-foot ceiling without touching it. Unable to hold in his excitement, he stands up from one of the many luxurious chairs surrounding the room as the knife falls and stabs the large wooden table. "What shall I do with the prisoners? Are we going to kill them?"
"No, we'll keep them here for now. There's more I need to know. Rathmal will also want to question them and next time, try to restrain yourself. The prisoners in there are not there for you to kill to intimidate the others. Is that understood?"
Tazul stood there motionless, causing Gindloc to turn to him and repeat himself.
"Is that understood?" Gindloc asked, harsher than before.
Tazul steamed while getting each word out as every muscle tensed. "Yes."
Gindloc turned his attention to Tazul, noticing his anger building as a faint red glow surrounded him. Gindloc shook his head as Tazul's rage always got the best of him, as the residents of this kingdom knew all too well. Tazul slowly calms down, as the red aura slowly fades away. Gindloc hesitantly takes his hand off his sword and turns back his attention to the Kingdom's ground.
"For now, we have to find the rest. The scouts and I will scan every inch of this kingdom for the rest. We have to be careful. With the vortex opening, she must be here."
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