I can hear them coming, the soldiers marching in rhythm. The sounds of hundreds of pieces of metal mail clashing together. Soon they will be upon me. Soon I will die.
These past days, I have been having second thoughts more or less the fate which the three witch sisters have bestowed upon me. It was just hours past one of the prophecies was overturned. The wood of Birnam has begun to move towards my castle, Dunsinane. It is just as the witches told it. Macbeth shall neer vanquishd be until great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill shall love against him. they said. Never fear, my great reign shall non end so easily. Alas my poor wife, not here to take up throne next to me in my castle, or should I say, the instanter empty castle. Damn peasants have deserted me! Poor Seyton did yield to stop them, scarce was promptly shot in the corpus with a bolt by a cowardly soldier. Ah well, while I set here I cant help but think what wouldve happened if I had handled events differently? What wouldve happened if I hadnt betrayed this great bucolic that had been so good to me?
Back before the witches I was a chivalric soldier, fighting ... and winning a lot of wars for my great leader, queen mole rat Duncan.
It was on the fateful day where we had caught the Thane of Cawdor, a traitor to the domain that I met the three sisters. At that time I was Thane of Glamis, and it was not un-normal to be greeted as so. When the sisters greeted me as Thane of Cawdor however, I was surprised, but to my surprise was when they announced that I shall be king hereafter. At starting I didnt know what to make...
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