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The Steward's miscalculation

Parchments, scrolls and letters... Everywhere Sebastian looked there was more papers more 'evidence' to look over.  Yes, the Seer told him that the ones he had picked would help him save the kingdom but how, they were all so green heck a few were still wet behind the ears.  She never said they would rescue the Prince, she never said they would stop the Viceroy what did she mean? 'Crazy old woman!' Sebastian swept the papers off the desk and on to the floor.  One small parchment remained on the table, Sebastian picked it up and stared at it for a few moments it was written in old Elvish.  He rubbed his eyes and read it yet again, 'This changes everything!  They must know right away.'  Just then Fizzlebang's voice came across the ring.  The Steward pulls the ring from his pocket.  'Odd?' He said looking at the ring as a drop of blood fell upon the jewel in the center of the ring. 'You will not stop us you fool, the beast will return.'  The assassin's blade returns 24 more times into Sebastian's kidneys, liver and lungs.  'Now how do I find your chosen ones?'  The assassin leaves the Steward's hidden study and walks through the streets of Raveena.   The next morning there is a knock on a modest home and a woman answers the door. 'Excuse me but can we talk about your son, Mrs. Lightpoint?'
Nooo. *wraps Trelic in protective medieval bubble wrap*
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Oh boy, Elly might need to save Trelic this time
Trelic likely wouldn't be too worried about himself if he knew, rather his mothers safety is in the greatest danger.