Winter was surprised there were no guards at the gate. He walked hesitantly inside. A grim scene greeted him. The palace had been ramshacked. The once vibrant beautiful tapestries were smeared with scarlet and ripped with jagged slashes. Bones littered the hallway and Winter kicked them aside in disbelief. One thought entered his head *hawks*. A terrified scream shattered the erie silence. Winter rushed to the gate. Three massive hawks where battling the guards. Winter scanned for the black hen. There. A hawk had pinned down the end of her chain and was slowly advancing. Grinning evily at the trapped fowl. Winter drew his sword. Before he could attempt a rescue somthing slammed into his head.
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