02-03-2011, 03:59 PM
King stared sadly at the portal, before shaking his head. He had traps to plan. First, he hid his slaves in a single room, creating a shadow dome over them for added protection. For Servia, and his daughter, it may hurt, but he had to protect them. "I won't be long," he told them, as he closed the door and destroyed the door. He then laid down traps.
Mines on the ground, that when they sensed something near them, would explode. Parts of the ceiling that would fall down, crushing whoever was under. Small puddles of oil on the ground, which would burst into flames with a single flame.
With these traps laid out, he used his shadow powers to make his body look like an outline of Shay's body, before he laid on the ground, looking much like the slave boy.
Mines on the ground, that when they sensed something near them, would explode. Parts of the ceiling that would fall down, crushing whoever was under. Small puddles of oil on the ground, which would burst into flames with a single flame.
With these traps laid out, he used his shadow powers to make his body look like an outline of Shay's body, before he laid on the ground, looking much like the slave boy.
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.