"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, SHE IS LOST!!!!" The table banged against the timber cement flooring. The hand was curved into a large fist with long black hairs rising up to his broad fat shoulders. A long thick beard covered half his face. Tough, angry and stubborn. Cold grey eyes with no sign of any warmth.
A solider with dark clothing stepped forward to speak. "She asked to use the restroom and never came back when we were on mission," he said in slight nerves.
"AND WHO LET HER GO?!" The tough man looked at the solider right through his soul. The solider trembled back without saying a word. The Boss lifted his hand and banged his fist against the wooden desk. The only light hanging on one string above the man and his table swung left and right. Silence spread across the room. All soliders in the same outfit stood quiet hoping not to be called on.
"WILL THE PEOPLE WHO WERE WITH HER STEP FORWARD!!!" the man yelled even louder letting shudders go through each soul in the area. A few very brave men, muscular and ones that looked slightly tough had braverly stepped out if their comfort zone. Others were still in the shadows of their mates seeing them step infront. They put their head down and the main troupe lifted theirs up to show confidence.
The man twirled his chubby fingers into a fist. A golden ring on his right ring finger. He smashed his fist on the ground but it was less possessive. "Who was troupe leader?" The man asked and this time lowering his strong and masculine voice down into a more calm voice. He didnt look up so he could get less angry without watching the careless soliders. "I repeat! " he raised his voice banging his fist repeatedly against the wooden table. "Who was- TROUPE LEADER?!" Everyone stumbled back to position and the man in the middle put his hand up nervously "I am,"
Eyes looked straight at him and everyone gossiped behind his back. He looked over his wobbly shoulder that was injured somehow. Nervously he brought his head back up to the Boss. The Boss' s eyes were filled with anger and determination. "Im done with him," he murmered to the guards at the end of the semi-circle. The prisioner looked terrified his eyes looked at his fellow peers who had then turned their emotions of friendships against him and showed no sign of forgiveness. Two gurds put the prisioner in hand cuffs and forced him to kneel on the floor. He bowed his head in silence. One guard pulled out his sword and lifted it up in the cold air --
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Teen FictionArea 17 is a colonisation where they need a leader. Damien helps this becuase he is the son of the former leader. Ivory Black is their enemy and is trying to take Damien down to get the throne. Once a traitor is always a traitor. Left without parent...
