As Stephen the King of Azul waited for his council to gather, he couldn’t help but be anxious at their pending decision. Soon, someone new would reign and he would be free to marry the woman he loved. He trusted the new ruler would not imprison his kingdom and make it vulnerable to other far-off lands. They had fought to keep peace with great success for many centuries and he had hoped his love for Stephenie would not be the kingdom’s demise.
As he stood by the waves of the ocean ready to cast his line again, the wind seemed to die down to an eerie stillness. The old woman that that had frantically yelled at him earlier for standing too close to her part of the beach, sat on her deck watching him. She had claimed that lot of sand his entire vacation and made sure all the tourist knew it was hers and had been in her family for decades. He wanted to edge closer to her property again to annoy her but he didn’t. He assumed Karma would eventually pay her a visit and besides the hot sun had taken the spite out of him.
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Dean hadn’t entered the old cave since he was a child and now standing at the entrance he had apprehensions remembering what had happened in those damp cavernous rooms. He flipped the flashlight on and began his trek. If Dean was right, his life would be very different when he emerged.