Kansnubra Island: (HARRY POTTER) Inspired

CHAPTER 20

Lighting produced by only a few lit candles created a grim ambiance. Above the cold gray floor, a woman was chained.

Beside her on their knees, also in chains, were two men: one large with short dark brown hair, and the other with his hair slickly combed back. Their staffs were positioned in front of them on the floor. The woman kept her head low, and her clothes were dirty and ripped.

The warriors, in attack formation around them, awaited instructions. Their cold expressions were set on the prisoners' faces.

"I gave you a chance, but you failed me again, Rorgana," said the sorcerer seated on the golden armchair. His voice was solemn and authoritarian. "It was a simple task. Find them and destroy them!"

He stood and approached her. He held up his oak staff, which had a dark purple stone at the end, now shining. In his other hand, he held a wooden pipe.

"We did find them, but we were attacked by the savages... only the three of us were able to escape," she said, in a trembling voice.

"Savages? So frightening!" he said, his voice laced with disgust. "Oh, how I wish I could send all of my warriors to burn down that village. But I have no time to indulge myself. I mustn't waste any more time."

He sat down once again. The two men were looking at the floor; they trembled, covered in sweat.

"You are nothing but cowards and hypocrites!" yelled the sorcerer. "Gold... You just think about getting gold. You don't understand that there are things more important than wealth. Legacy is what motivates powerful men, not only gold!"

"We followed your instructions strictly, General. We didn't have enough warriors to deal with the situation," stuttered the man with the combed-back hair.

The sorcerer lifted his staff slowly and aimed at the man who had just spoken. A sphere of red energy rays shot from the staff and hit the man. The impact was huge and he fell onto his side.

Rorgana didn't even move her head. She kept staring at her own knees, breathing heavily. At her side, the large man watched in terror as the body of his companion began to turn to ash.

The sorcerer walked slowly toward them.

"I'm not intolerant... but when someone makes so many mistakes... that's what they get," he spoke softly, and without even taking the trouble to avoid the ashes, he stepped on them with his lustrous shoes. "As for you two..."

Rorgana lifted her head slightly without looking directly at the sorcerer and begged, "Just one more chance, General. I've helped you so many times. I can still be useful to you."

"All right... But with one condition," said the sorcerer.

He took a small dagger from his pocket and handed it to Rorgana, wrapping it tightly in her hand and staring into her eyes.