The wicked king

This is a story about a man who was bery greedy and he had guest for power.He usually boosts about himself and also could not even recognize his fellow villagers.In a small village, in the heart of a dense forest, there lived a cruel and greedy man named Jack. He was known throughout the land for his penchant for violence and his insatiable appetite for power.

One day, Jack set his sights on a beautiful young woman named Rose, who lived in a small house on the edge of the forest. Despite her protests and pleas for mercy, Jack forced himself upon her leaving her bruised and injured.

Fueled by his desire for control and domination, Jack began to terrorize the entire village, using fear and intimidation to bend the people to his will. Those who dared 2 resist his reign of terror were met with brutal violence and often met their end at the sharp edge of his sword.

As the years passed, the once peaceful village became a desolate wasteland, ruled by Jack's iron fist. The people lived in constant fear, knowing that one wrong move could mean certain death at the hands of their tyran ruler.

But, in the end, justice was served. A group of brave villagers banded together and, in a daring and bloody revolt, they overthrew Jack and restored peace to their land. Though the scars of his cruelty would never fully heal, the people of the village were finally free from the reign of their vicious ruler.

However, Jack's downfall was not the end of his story. He managed to escape and fled into the forest, vowing to one day return and reclaim his power. He spent the next few years amassing an army of bandits and outcasts, all united under his banner of hatred and revenge.

One dack and stormy night, Jack and his army descended upon the village, intent on burning it to the ground and slaughtering all who stood in their way. The village was caught off guard and was quickly overrun by the ruthless band of invaders.

The battle was fiece and brutal, with the villagers putting up a brave resistance, but they were no match for Jack and his seasoned fighters. Homes were burned, families were torn apart, and blood flowed like a river through the streets.

As the sun rose on the smoldering ruins of the village, Jack stood victorious. The village was in shambles, and the people were either dead or enslaved. He had finally regained the power he so desired, but at the cost of countless innocent lives.

But even in his moment of triumph, Jack could not shake off the feeling of emptiness and loneliness. He realized that all his power and wealth meant nothing without the love and respect of his people. He was a king without a kingdom, a ruler without subjects.He was alone, and he knew that he always would be.

Written and published by ian 

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