One hurts, the body and soul is hurt, I may have wept if the emotions would have gathered themselves towards the surface. I watched her leave, I watched her walk once more out of my life and once again on my own word. The sun is blood red, welcomed into the sky as the blue circles around it preparing for an attack; the winds are brisk and birds sing, sing for the new day.
“Let me out of here… I need to see my baby.” A woman screeches like a banshee at the morning guards,
“Silence harpy or I’ll cut out your tongue.” I stare at the cruelty, as the guard jabs the woman with a metal rod in the side. Some prisoners have been branded, each with XV upon them; they are the property of XV legion; mostly elves and Madermic women, a couple of dwarves and a few of the Kalhin. This legion hates everyone, they just want the world to suffer and it is by body and by mind they’ll take it, they’ll destroy it and I’ll be powerless to do so, trapped inside this cage like an animal hoping for them to feed me their lies, letting me loose into the wild that is their ranks.
“Morning Arkness, the king is ready for you.”
“Is he? Wonderful tell him I’ll be ready with my fanciest attire and with a company of servants at my heel.” The legionnaire looks at me confused, “Sarcasm my dear boy… learn it whilst around me I won’t tolerate being treated like a moron and an animal.”
“I wasn’t sir.”
“I know… forgive me, being in the cage has left me seething now if you are to release me do it and let me see my brother.” The man releases me from the prison, I crawl out of it like a hermit seeing the light for the first time.
“Do you know where the king’s tent is?”
“Do I look like a fucking map?”
“I am sorry… I didn’t mean to offend.” I grab the Alikian boy by the shoulder and smile,
“Do not worry, I am sorry… as I said being trapped causes rage… now what is your name?” The legionnaire looks at me, his helm is on wrong and his armour is an old recruits,
“Denarius Gaius Titus.”
“That’s a good name… I like it, I gather you know mine?” He smiles, showing his misplaced trust,
“Avenji Arkness… the king slayer.”
“Indeed… killed two kings, now child show me the way to my brother.” Denarius obliges, guiding me through the camp site; men looking at me with disgust and fear some with awe and some with undeserved lust, “Do not look upon me with unworthy eyes… I am a god amongst you men, may the crows pluck your eyes from you rotting skull.” As I said rage in a cage,
“Hold the king slayer down and drag him to the king so he’ll be silent.” I am grabbed by the arms and as my strength has left me the need to fight has gone, my bone ache and my feet thank them for the rest. My mind lost in thoughts of the queen in my heart, my strength shall regain as I step filled with rage upon bloody fields where I shall take lives, the narrows of my heart filled with her blood alone not my own.
“Brother… I see you wished to make a row before you arrived to me, was this to escape?”
“No, these men looked upon me with disgusted eyes… their unworthy eyes.” He orders them to release me and I drop to my knees, feeling the grass again then to look to the skies to see only trees,
