Days even weeks went by and before I knew it, it was already the day of the Emporer's death. I knew this day would come. I've been prepared to see his bloody body. My plan is in motion. My plan has been going smoothly even with the Emporer knowing. He won't get away...

The guards were away on "special duty" as I like to call it. The Emporer was alone. My plan is all set and ready. Now the assassin must kill. Once the Emporer is finally dead, everything will end. His madness, his people, and everything he did wrong will be corrected. People will know who he is. They will know what he has done. I can't wait.

I roamed the halls, looking closely at all the impressive paintings of the Emporer's family. They passed long before by the Emporer himself. They deserve this...

An hour passed and still nothing. The assassin hasn't come to report. What happened? Could his majesty have taken him out? No way! He doesn't know how to wield a sword. How would the Emporer know? He couldn't. There is no way.

I ran through the halls heading straight to the Emporer's room. He must be inside. He has to be dead. I must see it for myself.

I burst into the Emporer's room to see him holding a bloodied sword and the assassin lying dead on the floor. How could this have happened?

As if the Emporer could read my mind, he says "you should have paid a better assassin. Now time for my plan to start." He took a step toward me. I'm scared. What will he do?

He came up close to me and laid his hand on my shoulder. I was trembling in fear. There was no way the Emporer could have done this! "It was a good plan, just not good enough." He says leaving his room.

What am I to do now? Will I die? I start hyperventilating. Everything became blurry, my breath stalled, my vision darkened and soon I fainted. Not knowing what is to come.