Crown of Thorns

The Silver Mantra

Protego. Servo. Pugno. Vivo.

That's the mantra. 

The one that we recite on the very first day until our last. The one the Minister says before and after his speeches. The one that every citizen in The City needs to protect and follow, no matter how insignificant that citizen is.

And also the reason why I ended up in fucking jail.

But of course, that's not the only reason why I ended up in jail.

If it was, I would only be rotting in this hell for a week. Obviously, that's not the case here.

"Dinner is served," the guard from outside said. He pushed a plate through the small hole at the bottom of the door and then left.

I stared at the plate and began to yell, "Dude! You gave me potatoes again! I'm fucking allergic to potatoes!"

"Stop whining like a fucking girl," the guard answered and I swore at him again.

"Bastards," I growled, but the dish was useful in certain ways. I tore the paper plate and wrapped them around the potatoes, placing them into my belt.

One more meal to go and I would be tasting sweet, sweet fucking freedom.

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"Renner, you know how dangerous it is," Arkham chastised his son.

"The It is a she, father.  And I know exactly how dangerous this is." Renner replied, continuing to throw clothes into his bag.

"Master Arkham and Master Renner, the Magistrate has arrived," a butler called from outside the room.

"We will come soon," Arkham responded, not bothering to look at the door. "The Magistrate is here. Time to make your decision."

"I have already made it," Renner said and threw his bag over his shoulders. He opened the door and headed to the Magistrate,  leaving his father behind in his room.

"Ah... Renner Claeinor," The Magistrate stood before the dining table, his robes flowing down all over the old Persian carpet. Renner took one glance at the Magistrate and wrinkled his nose in disgust while gesturing him to sit.

The Magistrate sat on the chair and smiled at Renner. "Protego. Servo. Pugno. Vivo."

"Protego. Servo. Pugno. Vivo." Renner replied as he sat opposite of the Magistrate.

"Magistrate, I believe we have come to a deal," Renner said. The Magistrate nodded, taking a leather-bounded book out of his sleeve.

"The contains all the information on her. You will need it to bypass the guards and retrieve her from her cell." The Magistrate slid the book across the table and Renner opened it to the first page.

"Her name is Elaidana Syanne, or as most people know her as, Inferno."