Sean searched through his backpack for anything that could help him get back into the city. He came out from the forest but stayed within the boundaries of the forest. Pulling out his binoculars, he placed them against his eyes and saw that there were guards posted all over the areas of the forest. Sean snuck around the city and hid anytime a guard would pass by. He got closer to the city and waited for the soldier to come around, a young man passed by a gun on his shoulder and it gave Sean a chance to attack, he snuck up behind the guard and knocked him out before dragging him behind a tree and dressing in the soldiers clothes. Holding up the emerald in his hand, Sean placed it in his pocket and made his way into the city. All around the city he saw signs labeling him as a traitor, some of which had a reward on his head, a few more minutes he eventually arrived on the sight of the capitol.

Sean walked down the path that led to the front door. He had to keep quiet, considering that his voice could easily be recognized and he didn't want to risk getting caught. If Sean was now a wanted criminal, then there would be a worse punishment than being tied to a whipping post. In the doorway, Sean saw a man maybe late forties getting saluted as he entered the building. It took him a while until he realized that there were people around him that were all heading into the same building. Sean arrived at the door and saluted the guards who didn't ask for any sort of proof of who he was. He stepped into the building and relief flooded his entire system. The easy part was out of the way. Next, it was time for the ultimate test. Sean walked down the hall until he came across the large doors with Mark's name badge right next to it. Taking a few deep breaths. Sean knocked on the door.

"Enter!" a voice boomed on the other side. Pushing the door open, Sean stepped inside. "Edgar, any news about Sean?" 

***

The guard entered Mark's room. He glanced up from his paperwork, but something was different. The guard that stood before him was shorter than his own personal guard, and Mark already had his suspicions. "Edgar? I take it you come bearing news about Sean?"

"Not yet, sir." The guard said, his voice sounding deeper than usual. Mark stood from his chair and approached the window. Turning his back away, he stared out at the city, watching his men travel around the city.

"You know," Mark said. "I never expected that this prophecy was going to happen."

"What do you mean, sir?" The guard asked.

"This is a prophecy that talks about someone destroying me and everything I've created," Mark explained. "I believe this prophecy is unfolding now." The guard shrugged. It took a few minutes, but Mark felt like someone was creeping up on him. His eyes narrowed at Edgar just as he saw his soldier pull out the emerald. Instantly, Mark turned and grabbed his wrist. "Nice try," Mark said and removed the hat off his supposed guard's head. "Sean McLoughlin."

***

"Crap! How had he caught on?!" Sean thought to himself as he struggled to pull his wrist free from Mark's tight grip. Mark squeezed his wrist until the necklace fell on the ground, allowing for the president to kick the emerald away.

"Did you really think you could get close to me dressed like that?" Mark chuckled.

"You need to be defeated! The prophecy!" Sean exclaimed.

"You may have seen it," Mark said and kicked Sean in the stomach. Sean groaned and fell onto the floor, pulling his arm free. Mark walked over to him just as Sean stood up. However, Mark stepped on his stomach, causing Sean to grab Mark's foot, struggling to push it off. Sean groaned as Mark stepped on it harder. "But you don't know the half," he continued. "It would not be easy to get that damn thing around my neck. I knew it was coming, and I had to stop you before things got out of hand." Sean gasped for breath as he kept pushing Mark's foot off him.

"If there was someone nicer before this jackass then I'll have to bring him back!" Sean yelled.

"Good luck with that." Mark chuckled, briefly distracted. Sean used all his strength to push Mark off him and against the desk. Getting to his feet, Sean was ready to knock the dick onto his ass.