Firebrand the shadow war

8: Plan

Hello again! I got a laptop now my life as a writer is 4000 times better. 

well onto it!

In a faraway castle, sitting in a throne made of gold and red leather, a cloaked man sat brooding, women of various races lay scattered on the floor by his feet, topless and passed out. A feminine figure appeared in front of him, the figure was strange and was a gross mixture of dark purple and black, as if she was made out of darkness. "Well" the figure spoke. "Seems like you've been busy." She stepped over a elf to come closer to the man "But still, you wanted me here" 

"The boy," The man grunted, his voice was coarse and manly. "He knows, the prophecy, the plan, everything." He looked up to see that the figure had snaked close to him. the colors around her face had been replaced by a real one, and as he could admit, a rather cute one. one with ocean blue eyes and fair silky white skin. Her nose was small and was like a button, and her mouth was slender, yet sexy.

 Her blonde eyebrows were arched angrily as she started to speak. "Well, what do you want me to do about it? The boy is your responsibility." 

"If it was up to me I'd kill him so he can't  escape." the man shrugged. 

the girl slunk closer, revealing her chin and part of her luxurious blond hair. "No! we can't kill him yet. we make him think he succeeds only to murder him in cold blood." 

"Oh. that was the plan?" he asked, "Coz honestly I'm flying blind and making this up as I go."

    "Of course you are, do you know how much this means for the future? you need to call a congregation to make everyone aware of the boy's danger. spread a few lies about the intent to start war between the two nations."

"Ok, Whatever, I'll do it." the man said as he got up from his chair. his bones cracking as he stands and then stretches out his arms and legs.  he walked over to the door to see a scrawny man with slick black hair and a thin, brown and wiry mustache.  "Ring the bells, call a 413." he said to the wiry man. 

the statement made the wiry man perk up. "Yes M'lord" he squeaks and runs off, up a spiral staircase to a room with a giant bell in the middle, to each side of the bell, there were two giant catlike creatures with white striped fur and , large hammers at the end of their tails. they were scrawny and chained in place, sleeping. There were two children working in the large room, the state of their bodies was about the same as the creatures, draped in burlap sacks.

 "413." it was the only words muttered by anyone. the wiry man said the line then started the trek down the winding staircase. On his way downhe heard the loud magnificent bell, it chimed, and again, and at four times it rested before striking again. Thirteen times was reached and the wiry man was back in the throne room. "M'lord, which banner shall be used."

The king was turnt to the window. He stared at the forming congreation."Bring out the banners of war." 

Woah that is the end 

just woah.

see you in the next one homies