There was a loud knock on the heavy oak doors.
"ENTER!" Snarled a drunken slovenly man.
The doors opened, a man with dark skin, dark hair and blood-red eyes walked into the chamber slowly and casually, his cloak billowing behind him. He dropped to one knee and bowed.
"Sire, He has found the one you hate. They've made allies with Elves, Dwarves and the Mountain Wolves..."
Sitting up the drunken man took his crown off, undid the clasp of his cloak. He stood up and swayed, then slowly staggered down the few steps from his throne. Leaning down he grabbed his right-hand man Rubian Blackthorn by the throat and lifted him off the floor.
"You mean you failed!" The king snarled. "I do NOT like failure!" Dropping Rubian on to the floor, he sat back down on his throne. "MORE WINE!"
A small timid maid hurriedly filled his tankard and moved several paces back.
"The mountain wolves. Tell me about them!"
"Sire, they were led by a white wolf, with a blue and brown eye."
"Convel!... So he is still alive is he!" The king drank. "Vivi must have helped him, healed him with his sorcery!" The king drank again:- "MORE WINE!" Again the maid rushed forward to give him a refill, instead the king snatched the jug from her, some wine sloshed over the sides and splashed on to the king's arm, his face flushed in anger, quicker than the eyes could see he grabbed a dagger from his waist and rammed the blade into the maid's chest and through her heart. Letting go of the dagger, she crashed to the floor.
Rubian didn't flinch he watched as a pool of blood started to form around the dead maid.
"We will wait to see, what the next course of there's will be." Muttered the king.
"Sire, my sources tell me that the one named Nekonata has amnesia, that he can't remember much about his past or his sorcery."
The king sat up and stared at Rubian. "It will be a matter of time till he remembers... the Dragon and it's Rider... have they been seen or heard?"
Rubian shook his head. "They are doing well to hide Sire, my mole spy is getting me regular updates but nothing important has surmised as of yet."
"Go, get out of my sight, I need time to think!"
Rubian stood up and bowed low, turning swiftly on his heel he left. Just as the heavy oak doors swung shut he heard the king shout demanding more wine.
YOU ARE READING
The Journey, Warrior
FantasyA man with amnesia goes on a journey of discovery with his companions, ending up having to reunite the races against a common enemy
