The truth hidden behind the moon's shadow was not easy to unveil. Now the fight for freedom will be all blood and bones. War is brewing on the edge of the horizon and kingdoms will fall at the tip of her blade.
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"Rheynoak, dear. Open up. I have a surprise visitor for you."
Pounding knocks ricocheted on the wooden door of the tribe leader's bedroom. Opening his eyes with a groan. Rheynoak sighed and managed to wake himself up. A stinging pain from his jaw alerted him and his hands immediately flew to the deep scars caused by Empress Misa's double-edged sword.
The knocks and the shrilling voice ricocheted in his room but he didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he got up and went over to his bathroom where he splashed water on his face and rinsed his mouth. The tangy taste of copper suffocated his mouth and his eyes were still bloodshot red.
His fingers ran along the ear to jaw scar. It was deep and jagged with splits of skin flaking off the longer he looked. He would have expected for it to heal by now but guessing by the scarring injury, she must have coated the edge of her sword with white ash.
Simply leaving the wound to heal itself, he exited out of the bathroom and grabbed a coat from a nearby hook to cover what was left of his dignity. With a tired sigh, he opened the door to reveal Irene.
"What do you want?" he asked in a gruff voice, standing aside so that she could enter. With a sly smile, she entered without a word. He was about to close the door when a hand stopped the door halfway.
A confused look crossed the tribe leader's face as a tall, hooded figure walked through his bedroom. The figure was dressed in black and the large hood it wore covered a majority of its face. The only skin he could make out was its hands which were decorated in black ink.
"What is this about?" Rheynoak demanded, slamming the door shut. Irene turned around with a deceitful smile. "Not even a good morning? What happened to your manners?" she questioned, letting herself wander around his room. "I must say, this is very bland for a tribe leader. I was expecting a trophy case for the number of women you have slept with."
A growl escaped Rheynoak's lips, his eyes watching with disgust as she settled on his bed. "What do you want?" he asked, this time a bit more impatient. Irene got up from his bed and approached the dark figure in his room.
"Surely, you remember Rashnov, Head Tribe Leader of the Western tribes." The dark shadow lifted off his hoodie to reveal a pair of silver eyes and a snarl. Rheynoak stumbled back as she Head Tribe leader took off the hideous cloak and stood in front of him with a mighty stature.
His dark skin was covered in tattoos, the ink only sparing his face. "Nice to see you have conducted yourself with authority, Rheynoak," he said with obvious sarcasm in his words. Rheynoak was absolutely lost, only bowing his head out of respect. "I didn't know you were paying a visit, Rashnov."
"I wasn't planning to until Irene here contacted me and informed me of the sadistic acts you have been keeping from the rest of the western tribes. I must say Rheynoak, I am very ashamed of you." Rashnov stared him down with a look of disapproval.
