Amy finished up her little ritual prayer to the Dark Gods around the same time that everyone finished their prayers. It was her little way of spiting the people of the happy kingdom around her. Still, one had to keep up appearances; a kingdom of Mogoria's strength wouldn't fall overnight, not without a lot of preparation. She got up, her round gut and bottom jiggling, as she prepared to go about her day with no one knowing where her real allegiance really lay. Amy's real allegiance was to...
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