“Hey, is this some kind of joke?” asked Rapunzel. “We didn’t really plan a fake villain for this event.”

They took him for a fool, a jester, a clown. They knew not the might of Drakkon. He intended on correcting this.

He grasped onto the nearest person, a young woman barely in her twenties, and held a blade to her throat. The sword pressed into her skin, careful not to draw any blood. As long as he remained placated. None would misconstrue the threat at this point.

“I will not repeat myself. Meet my demands, or I will slaughter the people of this town one by one. Starting with this girl here.”

- LetterSequence Round 0