The village was in uproar, the surrounding area silently and anxiously waiting for the fight to start.
One side wants to unravel the rat king and set every last part of it free because they're "just rats" and there's "no chance they still hold the plague after all this time" as if they know a damned thing about rat kings in the first place.
The other side wants to add to the rat king, to keep it big and strong and so tangled up that nothing short of hacking it to pieces could possibly free it. There may not be anybody left alive from the last time they freed a rat king but they left plenty of stories behind to set us against it.
Those damned fools who want to undo everything our elders did to protect us have been stockpiling rats just as much as the rest of us. They may intend to set their ones loose upon the forests but there's enough in our traps to make a hundred new rat kings.
As long as we have at least one of the originals we'll be safe. This time we'll hide it better, we'll pretend to be sad and angry at all the little bastards scurrying away while we feed our own personal rat kings and keep ourselves safer than ever before.
Let them think that they've won and that we're just cruel and full of superstition.
Let the plague come for them and theirs.
Long live the kings.
One side wants to unravel the rat king and set every last part of it free because they're "just rats" and there's "no chance they still hold the plague after all this time" as if they know a damned thing about rat kings in the first place.
The other side wants to add to the rat king, to keep it big and strong and so tangled up that nothing short of hacking it to pieces could possibly free it. There may not be anybody left alive from the last time they freed a rat king but they left plenty of stories behind to set us against it.
Those damned fools who want to undo everything our elders did to protect us have been stockpiling rats just as much as the rest of us. They may intend to set their ones loose upon the forests but there's enough in our traps to make a hundred new rat kings.
As long as we have at least one of the originals we'll be safe. This time we'll hide it better, we'll pretend to be sad and angry at all the little bastards scurrying away while we feed our own personal rat kings and keep ourselves safer than ever before.
Let them think that they've won and that we're just cruel and full of superstition.
Let the plague come for them and theirs.
Long live the kings.
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