Tribal

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Ghost awoke in his room. He tried to stand, but his hands were chained to the floor. Outside his room, he could hear a few guards talking.

"What do they plan to do with the mantis girl?" one asked.

"Well, since neither of the other two lords are anywhere to be found, the tribe was allowed to vote on what to do with her," the other answered.

"What did they decide?" the first asked.

"Execution," the second answered.

"A shame, she was real pretty," a third chimed in.

Ghost couldn't believe this. They were about to kill the woman he loved. He couldn't let this happen. He wouldn't! He began pulling at the chains, trying to get them off.

"Hey, you guys hear that?" one said.

Ghost continued pulling at the chains, slowly making cracks in the stone floor.

"Yeah, what is that?" another asked.

After enough pulling, Ghost gave one final pull and shouted as he did so, pulling the chains out of the ground and chunks of stone hanging on the ends. Ghost stood and grabbed a delicate flower from a flowerpot nearby. He took out Ze'mer's tools and began to work on grinding the flower down into a powder. After the flower was sufficiently ground down, he took out the moon water flask, emptied the flower powder into the flask, sealed it, and placed it back into his inventory. Just then, the three guards burst into the room, and Ghost turned to face them.

"Where is the execution taking place?" he demanded with hatred in his voice.

"Why would we—" the first guard began, but he was interrupted.

"The amphitheater! They are probably escorting her now! If you run, you'll be able to catch them before the execution is completed!" the third guard said.

"Dude, why would you tell him that?" the second said.

"Do you idiots not value your lives? He's got murder in his eyes! It's best to just stay out of his way!" The three were debating, but Ghost didn't have time for this.

He sent a powerful spell their way that knocked the three out of his way, and he began dashing to the amphitheater. He was moving so fast that many didn't even notice him. It was only when he had gotten about halfway that a needle knocked him into a wall.

"I can't let you continue, Ghost," Hornet said.

"You are all about to execute an innocent woman. I will not allow it," Ghost said coldly.

"You are not above the law, friend," Quirrell said.

"It would be best if the two of you moved aside. I wouldn't want to rob children of both their parents," Ghost said.

"You wouldn't," Hornet said.

"None will stand between me and the one I love. For her, I would do anything," Ghost said and drew his blade.

Hornet and Quirrell dashed towards Ghost, but they hadn't even seen him move when they felt him tugging on the backs of their cloaks. Soon, their heads slammed against the floor, and he held a hand over each one and cast the most powerful sleep spell he had ever cast. They would likely be out for days without intervention.

"Your poor children may have to wait a while before they see their parents again," he said and continued his fast pace to the amphitheater gates.

Once he arrived, Ogrim was standing guard with a few other knights. Ogrim saw Ghost, and the other guards readied themselves.

"Move aside. I do not wish to harm you, but I will move you with force if need be," Ghost said.

"My friend, I understand what you are going through. I would have done anything to save Isma," Ogrim said.