“Uncle, I swear, I didn’t murder King Sharaman,” you declare once again.
“I’m sure you didn’t,” Nizam says, still studying the Dagger. He turns and smiles. “But none of that matters now.”
“What do you mean?” you ask.
“You’ll never know,” he declares.
“No!” Tamina shrieks. “Don’t do it!”
Nizam lunges forward, catching you off guard. . . .
You blink. Your head feels funny. Then you feel a pain and look down. Your uncle’s sword has stabbed you. This is . . .
THE END.