The Ancient King

Act 3

The wind whistled; leaves shuffled across the floor; branches waved gently.

Silence.

Blood consumed the ground; the smell stained the air; bodies turned white.

Silence.

The world seemed frozen.
Nothing came to pass.
No animal shuffled a bush, no bug scattered across the floor, not even a cloud covered the moon.

Merek sat on his knees, breathing slowly taking everything in.
Four more people added to his list of kills, four more men with families who will miss them.

Yes, they raped a woman, killed innocents.
They certainly did not deserve to live, no one should argue that but that didn't mean Merek had to kill them, he wasn't the law. His mind jumped back and forth, he liked that they were dead he didn't feel bad he saw it as justice, but still in the back of his mind building up like a virus was the regret and guilt of taking another life.

He didn't realise how long he'd been contemplating, the sun had completely vanished leaving the moon and its failure to sufficiently light the world.

"Merek!"

"Merek!"

He wasn't sure if that was in his head or not, it was too dark to see and he was so submerged in his thoughts it sounded like an echo from a distant place.

He shot up sword back in hand, spinning around for any sign of life.

"Merek!"

He peered over to see a glow of some artificial light. He already knew who it was.

"Cyrus!"
"Merek!"

The light soon found itself rushing in the direction of Merek, it was some kind of swallow with its chest illuminated in ghostly white, which caused a perfect circle underneath it showing three figures.

Finch, Aella and Cyrus.

Merek stared up at the little bird flapping about.
"That's a new one Cyrus"

"Yes, it is I learnt it last week now what the fuck happened!"

Merek tried to recollect; he usually got this after a fight.
A blur of past events.

"These people killed a family, robbed them tried to rob me".

Finch looked overly joyed by this.
"Master Crow 'as fought! Slain more foes he 'as!"

Merek gave a hint of a smile and soon enough his vision was consumed with darkness.

His eyes opened to a fine slit allowing only a microscopic hint of bright light to crawl its way into his purple iris.

"I think he's waking up, Cyrus look"

"What happened?"

"I'm not sure he's never himself after a fight, you and I both know that but I have never seen him faint!"

Merek managed to cumber up enough energy to open his eyes. The sun was just rising laying a fine layer of orange over the trees.
An ache began to waken in his back.