Kvetha Nates,
Sweat poured down the king's forehead. He gently touched the gem with eyes tightly shut. Nothing happened. He had guessed right. As he held the gem in his hands his guards began to arise from their unexpected sleep. The king had entered the room with his guards but as soon as he touched the gem not only did he fall into sleep but his guards as well. Standing on wobbly legs as if they were newly born colts the guards searched fearfully around them. They were searching for their king when they saw, standing next to a podium, a man (or what looked like a man) holding a very large gem. Afraid that the man had captured their king they approached the man and when the man turned around he began to laugh.
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