The End of all Things

Right Hand Man

Colin strolled through Tony's large dining room. He had left the pub with Gilbert, and they had walked to Tony's mansion. It was a surprisingly quick journey, and Gilbert seemed very annoyed with Colin's rambling throughout the journey.

The dining room's wall's were a dark purple and laced with intricate patterns. The table was very long and looked as if it should be in a medieval castle. Yet, there were only three chairs that were all pushed up to one end of the table. Tony was sat at the furthest chair. He had one leg folded over the other and his arms placed neatly in his lap. His black and yellow hair was tied into a ponytail and his red eyes were focused onto the table in front of him.

Colin and Gilbert both took their seats next to Tony. They were facing eachother in their seats, and Tony was at their side.

Tony cleared his throat and unfolded his legs. He put his hand on the table and drummed his finger against it. "Well, you know why we are here, right?" he asked the two men. They both nodded in response. Tony also nodded. "Good." he responded.

Tony studied the new figure intently, as he had never met Colin before. He had heard a lot about him, though. Colin's glasses were dark-rimmed and quite large. His hair was a sort of cream colour and stuck up at every given place. He had porcelain skin, and the only bit of colour on him were his pale green eyes. His outfit didn't have much colour either, as it consisted of a white shirt and black trousers. He seemed very different from his brother, and Tony didn't know how they could possibly be brothers.

Tony put his hand out for Colin to shake, but the man neglected to do so. Tony found that rather rude, but didn't comment on it. Colin greeted himself, "I'm Colin Hamilton. Gilbert told me something about a war, and I happen to be very intrigued."

Tony nodded his head. "Yes! A war against King Malcolm. The man has started a rebellion. He's planning to overthrow me."

"Well that's dumb. He has a major disadvantage." Colin huffed.

Tony furrowed his eyebrows. "And that is...?"

"He can die. You cannot." replied Colin. "Now, you wanted me as some kind of assistant?"

"Gilbert recommended you. He spoke well of you for once." Tony answered. Gilbert smiled at Colin, but he didn't smile back.

Colin grunted, "Yeah. Whatever. So we gonna fight the dude or what?"

"Yes! Yes we are! I was wondering if you wanted to be a spy for us. You know, pretend to be part of Malcolm's Army. Is that possible?" asked Tony.

Colin agreeded that he would do so. After a short conversation, a knock was heard at Tony's door. Gilbert stood up from the dining table and walked to the front door, opening it slowly.

Behind the door stood Shrignold. He was King Malcolm's assistant at the time, and greeted Gilbert slowly and cautiously. "Hello, Gilbert. Uh, is Tony home? We need to talk. You know the situation, right? Right?"

"Yeah, yeah. He's home. Just wait here for a moment." Gilbert replied. He walked into the dining room and informed Tony of Shrignold's presence. Tony told Colin to hide behind the door to another room, and the man did as asked. Gilbert brought Shrignold into the house and took him to Tony.

Colin observed Shrignold from behind the shelter of the door. He was short and had blue skin. Colin could spot three yellow spots underneath the man's eyes, but he couldn't really spot anything more about him. The bottom half of his face was covered with a yellow scarf. Shrignold's eyes were a very bright pink, and upon closer inspection, his pupils were small hearts. The most amazing thing about him were his wings. They were large and intricately detailed butterfly wings, which fluttered every now and again as he spoke.

Colin couldn't see anything, as Tony and Shrignold had walked out of his view. He heard them talking though.

"Shrignold."

"Tony."

"I am guessing you are here for the purpose of discussing the war."

"I am. But I do not think that war is the best option at first. I don't like fighting, as you know, and I am sure that nobody needs to lose their life yet."

"Good point. I agree. But what do you plan on doing? Simply arguing?"

"A duel."

"Ah... yes. That seems like a good idea. When will this happen? Where?"

"You decide, sir."

"Does next Friday sound okay?"

"Very okay."

"Then, Shrignold, me and your 'King' will duel next Friday at noon. Inform him of this. If nobody dies, we shall battle."

"Okie dokie."

Shrignold waved goodbye and exited the house. Colin left from the room that he was in and walked to Gilbert. "He's ho--"

For once, Gilbert was the one to interrupt. "Don't think about it. He has a girlfriend."

"I'm not sure if I beleive that." Colin mumbled to himself.

《Here have a filler chapter》