Margyn D. Warrior

Chapter 21

In Benjamin King’s office. A few minutes later.

Vero opened the double doors then made his way inside the next room. There he was, casually sitting on his desk while drinking alcohol without a care in the world. In some way, King seemed pleased to see him.

"Vero D. Yeager. I'm beginning to understand why you were given a dragon instead of other well-known creatures that would've suited you better. I wished I would've noticed it sooner... This whole hero thing is nothing but just a ridiculous teenage misguided facade from my perspective... You deserve more... You've nearly become a true dragon." King noted.

"Spare me the poetry." Vero told him. “I’m not interested in any of it.”

"You've jumped into a pit where none of this can be forgiven nor forgotten. The only fate that awaits you is death. Right now I want one thing. To kill you and attain this city to myself again." King stated.

"Excuse me?" Vero questioned.

"People have needs. Once money is obtained along with power, the last thing people want is glory. Call it... A legacy." King explained.

"So that's it. You became a kingpin to build a stupid legacy. Kinda trivial don't you think?" Vero asked with a tone of disappointment.

"Trivial?" King repeated. "A lot of men would give their lives for it. They typically lack the will to act and achieve it even when the tools are provided for them. Especially when they already have the means."

"I never really got to share this part with you. My father, Denzel King, was one of the most respected successful cops in the city. Every night I was waiting in front of our house waiting for him to comeback. I couldn't sleep knowing he wasn't back yet." King continued to share his past story.

“I once asked him, 'is it dangerous to be a cop?' and he replied by saying this to me. "There a three types of people in this life. There are the wolves, the sheeps and the Shepard." Most people were the sheep while the wolves were people eating the sheep and finally there were the Shepard’s, the people who protect the sheep. People from our family are Shepard’s. "Maybe one day I can finally look back and see you take care of this family as a Shepard of your own." I will never forget the words my father said to me. They haunt me like an image from a faint dream." King sounded almost happy while he was talking about his father, something Vero noticed.

"I can remember it as if it were yesterday. The night when I was waiting for my dad to comeback. He came back, I was glad but something was different. I heard a car speeding in the background. A car wearing gangster colours. What happened next was the thing I begged God to make sure it would never happen. I saw my father get shot and die in front of my eyes after handing me the responsibility of taking care of the family.” King explained sounding sad.

"Back when I was in my mid-twenties, I finally graduated from the police academy. I had better scores than my father but that didn't matter to me, I remember how happy my mother and sister were that day though."

"Quite early, I was faced with the harsh reality of this city. It was filled with wolves. Wolves had no rules and no reason to be obedient. Everywhere it was clear that someone was going to die but I promised my mother that it wouldn't be her in the end. It was a hollow promise... To little."

"Some things never change, I was still living with my mother and sister. Every time when I went home I still remember the time when I would wait for my father, nobody waited for me but sister was pregnant so maybe my nephew would. I couldn't wait for him to grow up and become my Shepard, but life had other plans for me."

"Base sellers had found out where I live and took everything I had. They knew they couldn't kill me by shooting me so they killed me by taking what I had.” King explained in a stern voice.