- LORD MASON'S POV -
Farnoff kneeled at the feet of the High King. Gallahein smiled down at the faithful servant.
"What news do you bear, assassin?" he asked. "I trust that the attack went well, and all has gone according to plan." The worker swallowed hard. Without moving his gaze from the bround, he spoke.
'Yes, Your Excellency. The attack succeded. We weakened them greatly." the man reported. The king nodded, pleased. "Unfortunatley, the girl managed to get back to their camp." The smile fell from our ruler's face like an apple from a tree. He stood and lifted his heavy gold staff from its place next to his throne. He raised it and struck Farnoff across the back with it. The victim held his ground and remained silent, for if he moved or made a sound, he would be punished even more greatly.
"IDIOT!" the king roared. "You can't possibly lose a sleeping girl! She was as easy to steal as the life of a child! I couldn't have possibly made it any easier for you!" In his frustration, he began pacing. I had an idea.
"Sir, if I may interrupt, I have a plan." I carefully said, hoping not to be punished with twenty lashes, as I had last time. He stopped and looked at me, a thick vein in his temple standing out against his red face.
"Proceed." he ordered.
"Why not get her to come to us?" I asked. High King Gallahein looked unconvinced. "If her parents call her for help, and beg that she not put anyone else in danger by coming with more than herself, she can't refuse." Gallahein looked to the puddles of dried blood on the marble marking the spot where the former king and queen had been slain. Only his pride kept him from cleaning it up. He fed off the memory of that day.
I sighed. "Send her dreams, my king. Make her believe they live. She'll walk right into the trap." After a moment of thought, the High King smiled maliciously. He laughed, the spine-tingling sound echoing through the dark hall.
"A splendid idea, boy. I might be able to make a king of you yet." he commented.
"Thank you, Your Highness. I am truly grateful to have earned your favor." I replied in a monotone voice, as I always did when speaking directly to our world's ruler. The king pulled out a small glass vial containing Sindri's blood. He lifted it to eyelevel and swirled it around, watching the crimson contents slosh around inside. He frowned.
"It seems I'm running low." he commented. "I'll have to send for more." I straightened.
"Shall I inform our spy? Ask him to gather a few more vials worth?" I questioned.
"Yes, yes. I need at least twelve."
"The plan, sir? When will it be carried out?" I asked. He grinned.
"Come, Mason." he beckoned. "We have some work to do."
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Yeah, yeah. It's short, I know. That's the second time I've updated in an hour. Pretty good for a sick person that's been sleeping all day. :)
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Fantasy(Book One in the Storm Trilogy) Sindri Willow is next in line to become High Queen of Arkenon. She accepted this responsibility with a heavy heart, though she may need to rule sooner than she wanted. Her uncle, Lord Gallahein, plans to take the thro...
