The unknown figure lunged at him and caught him by surprise with a blade. It felt life fire as it went into his stomach. In a flash his eyes blurred with tears as he felt the hot pumping blood that drained from the wound.
Like locusts, the army left both field and cupboard bare along the path of their journey. But Geldan knew. Whomever controlled Citadel...and the Keep...and the Throne, would be the heir apparent. The tattered empire could be rebuilt by someone...
A look of terror crossed Mavin's face. He looked behind himself, and around the room, and then back to his Master. As he did, the word, "Blasphemy" fell from his lips as a whisper.
"You'd be surprised what I'm capable of, Shade. You'd be surprised. But, we make choices...and there are consequences. Some of those consequences just aren't worth it."
“Nothing you haven’t heard before, Caiptein. I know the path that is set before me, and I don’t like it. It isn’t me. It isn’t what I want. But, I know the role I must play. The role my family needs me to fill, as the dutiful younger brother to the...
Timm pulled a dagger from the tree above where he had been sleeping, a piece of parchment pierced by the dagger. He unfolded the parchment, and began to read it aloud.