As Nadine exited the castle, she screamed, “M-mud man!”

Pedro, walking pass, jumped. Immediately, he whipped around to find the culprit but couldn’t, “Señora, are you…alright? Dondé está…mud man?”

Nadine pointed at the balcony.

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Fifteen minutes earlier, he fought his way from below ground, where he’s been under a sleeping curse for the last millennia. This was his castle but no one would know as history is often told by the victor.

Covered in filth from head to toe, he headed for the sunlight but the moment sunlight touched his skin, it seared. Immediately, he retreated. “What’s happening to me?”

(100 words)

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