ACT ONE: EUROPA

Scene 9: Burns

"Were you aware that two of your kind invaded my land?" The King of Europa asked. Glaring at his opponent. Across the metal desk he stared down at the British king. The king of Europa, Henri, was taller, more muscular and dressed to impress. The British king on the other hand wore a black tailored suit and had an air of vitality and hope around him. Almost like the aura a god gave off, but alas, he was just a mere mortal.

"I'm afraid not, Your Majesty". The King of Britain responded, his accent dulled by the soundproof walls. He sat fidgeting with a British pound in his gloves hand. He sat and stared at the shining reflection of his mother's face, then he looked up, as if daring the Europian king to make a move.

"He's lying" Truth declared, holding the king of Britain's hand and checking the fingers on his other. "I broke a nail" he complained, making it common knowledge to the three in the room that he rather be back home in Romania. He pouted.

"Fine. I was aware but I told them not to go. Do as you wish with them, just leave Britain out of this".

"I'm afraid I cannot. I see this as a declaration of war".

"War? Seriously? Let's be honest here, Britain could destroy any army you have. War would be irresponsible and would end up with plenty more deaths on your hands, is that what you want!"

"Shout at me again and I'll ruin your other hand!" He pounded his fist on the table.

The British king took a deep breath "I accepted your invitation because I thought I could change your mind about this. I thought that we could become allies. But if not," he stared the Europian king in his eyes "I swear that I will bring hell upon your army. Your men don't even have sufficient weapon supplies. I have dealings with Asia and North American. I'm sure you know what that means?"

"Your threats won't work on me! You may have the gun power but I have the magic. Three gods against one."

"What wait?" Truth perked up "Me, fight? I mean Justice maybe - Deceit, of course! but...you want us to fight?"

"You belong to me, you will do as I say" the king lashed out at the god.

Truth looked down "Of course, Your Majesty". Although he had kept silent, he could tell the British king wasn't lying. He did indeed have dealings, he did indeed have more fire power. He could take the Europian army ten fold and still win. Truth didn't want to fight. He had lived so much, he didn't want to die. Not in a literal sense, he was a god, no man could kill him, but he rather not be stabbed or shot over and over again.

"Henri, I understand you're upset, I would be too, but war? Really?"

"That's what happens when you send two of your rats into my clean palace".

"Speaking of which, what have you done with them?"

"I have yet to find them. They ran into the city. I have Jhariah hunting them down as we speak. Believe me when I find them I'll burn them to oblivion". The king spoke with gritted teeth.

"Lovely", the king said taken aback and disgusted "Their parents will want their ashes" He let the coin fall and passed it along to the king of Europa "Till we meet again" he stood up and left fixing his tie.

"I hope our meeting on the battlefield is one to remember".

Truth turned to the king "Sir, with all due respect, we can't win. If they have guns then-"

"Then you can take the bullets, can't you? Or would you rather I take your hands?" The king sneered. "I want to to keep this conversation out of the papers".

"But-"

"But nothing! You belong to me. Know your place". The king left Truth in the room alone.

The old Romanian leaned back in the chair and looked up at the ceiling. He had seen countless wars but this would be the first time he took part in one. He knew how to fight of course, but that was with swords during one on one duels. He couldn't fight in a war, all that blood and shouting, it was too messy for his taste and not only that but the king wanted him to be a shield? Years of living and he was to be reduced to a plate of metal?