Prince Arvinson had consumed a hundred and one rabbit that day.
'Tonight, I will try my new skill!' He glanced at the remains of his aide, the head. He could still remember the day Dalton died...
Dalton had been sitting in front of the small fire when someone came from behind him and wacked a glinting machete aimed at his neck. His head was cut clean and it flew a few meters away.
Prince Arvinson saw the whole scene. He was flying above their camping site when men arrived stealthily. They were wearing masks and their swords were drawn out. He waited while they surrounded the small camp.
The beheading of Dalton happened so sudden. It was unexpected. Prince Arvinson was shocked!
He flew towards the direction where the head had landed. His heart was palpitating anxiously. His questions
