Draft

Chapter Two: A Storm Brewing +

Kingdom of Nasu.
Lands of Reach,

A king sat at his throne at his grand hall. with the statues of previous king's in a layout. Guarded by the Twelve, elite Alphas. Six stand along the pathway and four around the king. As he sat there agitated hanging on to his swords handle. The grand hall doors open to the king's informer, Silio. His stiff grim face can be recognized. A loyal servant of the cause and if course his King.

" I hope you're here with the information I need, I'm in no mood for anything less ", the King said as he sat there bored.

Silio bowed with respect,
" Of course King Xolieon, I've got information that'll ... As some might say, is in grand importance ", He snapped his fingers and two sets of soldiers walk in with two struggling couples.

The soldiers threw the two infront if the king's steps. The the man and women, looked badly beaten and exhausted.
"And who may these two be and why are they so badly beaten? ", Asked the king.

" They are apart of the reason as why the prince escaped "

King Xolieon eyes rose and stood forward, " Explain "

" We where given a tip from someone in Plyer Port, said that the prince and Viclorean got into a ship and sailed off. These two and more where the ones that got them on the ship, said they where working for Castif himself. They even tried to fight back when we discovered their illegal refugee transport. Three of our men were killed. But we were able to get rid of the rest, we captured these two for valuable information that I know they have ", said Silio.

" You son of bitch killed my son, you scum! ", Said the man as he spat at him. Silio signaled the guard. Punching the man, knocking a couple teeth loose.

" We also captured the refugees they were trying to transport, what would you have me do with them my lord?" , He asked.

" Find whoever has the potential to use their Ore and send them to the camp. Everybody else not valuable you get rid of  ", the King said as he got up from his throne and walked down towards the two captives. Dragging the tilt of the blade through the floor.
" You know who I am so you must know I don't play. Tell me what I want to know and I'll let you live. It's that simple. I don't have time for non sense ".

" Fuck you! You killed my family and you expect me to say anything to you! The only Val' Vadamee ill ever follow is Castiff ", shouted the man as blood spilled out his mouth.

King Xolieon smiled, " It seems we have a Castif supporter here. Such a disgrace".

He walked up towards the man and grabbed his hair, " Castif is weak. Soon him and his followers will be dealt with ".

A dark presence filled the room as the two was struck with tremendous fear,
" You bringing him up has annoyed me, agitated me in a way. Such a waste of a son ". He slammed his blade to the ground, as he thought about what he should do on how to deal with this. He motioned the guards towards the man grabbing him.

" Please stop! Let him be", The girl begged.

The guards grabbed the man's arms and held him down. The king gripped his sword and raised out the ground, heading towards him. The lady screamed as tears rushed down from her sockets. Finding this amusing,
" Mercy? Why would I show that ? ",  He greatly swung his sword down, decapitating him. He grabbed the head by his hair and tossed it to the lady as she cried.

" They say a person's mind is still working while being decapitated, only for a couple of seconds though. I wonder what he's thinking while he's looking at you. Now you tell me what I want to know or I'll decapitated every person that was helping you bastards  ", his anger fueled his Ore,  letting out a sense of blood lust as shadows slowly weaver around the room.