It was nothing. That despicable King of Hearts was just trying to get into his head.
Jack tossed and turned in the darkness as he fought insomnia.
Besides, the real importance was finding that horrid Ace of Clubs.
Jack rolled over once more. The black tsunami of sleep rose up, and finally, finally, Jack embraced it as it crashed down into him.
The world had become a fog of blood and smoke.
A distant roar echoed into the general's ears from across the haze of sanguine war. "Hold your ground, men!"
The general gnashed his teeth in a feral manner. If those clubs refused to surrender, then his army would slaughter them all.
The general waved the Spade army forwards, and they continued their march.
"Fire on sight!" the general barked, twisting his head around. When he rightened himself again, speak of the devil- a young Club stumbled into view, one bloodied arm clutching his abdomen. His dirtiness marred his card position from view, but the general could clearly see the terror in the unarmed Club's eyes as Jack raised his gun and fired, straight into the boy's heart.
His eyes were a vivid green.
Jack awoke panting with fear and covered in sweat.
He checked the window, raising his head. The stars had barely moved from the time he fell asleep.
Cursing, Jack threw off the covers, dashing to the closet. There was no way he could sleep. Instead, he would spend the time doing his job. Finding the Ace of Clubs.
Jack bolted down the stairs to the stables, ignorant of the bewildered night guards staring at him go.
The Ace couldn't be found anywhere in the Black Kingdom? So be it, Jack thought grimly as he strapped on his sword and mounted his stallion, riding into the night. He would scour all of the Red Kingdom, then.
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A Court of Cards
FantasyA Jack of Spades, haunted by echoes of war. An Ace of Clubs, fleeing from enslavement, the last free one of her kind. A Queenling of Diamonds, the echo of an heir to a dying throne. A King of Hearts, lost in the e...
