6. Vision, The -- fmlyhntr
He was a mighty King, but his heart longed for more. He craved power.
The King stared at him, before speaking, in a low deep voice. "I wish a seeing--and have been told you are the best. What do you see?"
The Seer took a deep breath. "Your majesty, seeing cannot be summoned on command. It is a faithless gift." Anything but to tell what he'd seen.
The King drew his sword. "I saw the look in your eye. I am old, I want to know the nature of my death."
The Seer closed his eyes. "Beware of March," he whispered. "Your doom will come in March."
"Is that all you see?" The sword came closer to the Seer's throat.
He gasped at the feel of the point. "No man can kill you."
The King pulled the sword away, the Seer braved a quick glance up. There was a small, nasty, smile on the King's face.
At the same moment, the doors to the throne room were thrown open, and a courtier ran in. "Your majesty, a messenger from the Lord Sauron."
The King sheathed his sword. "Excellent. Have him enter."
The Seer slipped toward the wall, hoping to escape while the King was distracted. The fair messenger knelt before the King and extended a small box. The King took it.
The Seer was almost to the door. Once there, it would be easy to escape.
The King opened the box as the Seer reached the door. "NOOOO." The Seer clasped a hand over his mouth--everyone was looking at him.
The King fingered the Ring in the box, placed it on his finger. "A gift from my Lord Sauron. You do not approve?" Again the King's sword was out.
The Seer knelt, words failing him. All he could see and think was the future of this man. "Don't take the Ring. Send it back." Even as he spoke, he saw three things: a wraith--which he recognized as the King; a woman; and his own death. He would speak, make one last attempt to prevent the future he saw. "Your majesty--that Ring will destroy you..."
The last thing he saw was the King's sword raised above his head.
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