The Infinity Chronicles Volume 1

Act-16: A truth revealed...

Loci's Dungeon, beneath her Temple, Temple Square, Marrok, Same time

Act 16: "A truth revealed.."

Loci walked to the cell that housed 1st Sgt Lacy Shival. Looking in, she saw the Garshan curled up, trying to keep warm under the shredded uniform. Loci, feeling more compassionate then normal, tossed in a thick fur blanket. Lacy looked at her suspiciously, but then took the blanket, wrapping herself in it's warmth. She looked at Loci with a mixture of thanks and suspicion.

"I thought you'd like to know who it was that fucked you senseless, before I sent you back here." Loci said is perfect Kaninese.

"So? What difference does it make? I'm still your prisoner." Lacy responded, though she chose to speak Marrokian. Loci scuffed at how fluent she was in their tongue.

"Well, I thought you might enjoy the irony of the moment, since you had your chance to kill him, but instead you just let him have his way with you. I'll admit, he is very good in bed."

"Kill him?! Why in all the hells would I want to kill such a fine specimen of maleness, and deprive the multi-verse of someone so adept at giving pleasure to us?"

"Because, he is the 'Chosen One', and I believe your people have decided that he has to die. Am I correct?" Loci said with a sneer.

Lacy's jaw dropped.

"I was seduced by the 'Chosen One'? Bloody hell!" She said, throwing off the blanket and standing.

"I want at him again. You sent me back here, so you can send me back to him. I demand you do this!" Lacy shrieked at Loci, who only smiled.

"Curl back up under that blanket, before I see to your collaring and branding myself. You wouldn't get within 3 meters of him. That slave girl you were trying to fight was Cygna. Remember her? Fallen leader of the Sho-Tur? Hmm?" Loci said with an evil grin. Lacy sat down hard, the color draining from her face.

"Cygna the Slayer?" She asked meekly.

Lacy had heard stories, some real, some made up, of a fearsome Marrokian warrioress who could but blink and all of your internal organs would be lying in a heap next to you, as you watched your heart beat it's last before your dying eyes. She swallowed the lump that had appeared suddenly in her throat.

"And, she has taken the 'Chosen One' as her Life-Mate." Loci finished, twisting the dagger she had already plunged into Lacy's soul.

"Go away." Was all Lacy could say, as she cowered under the blanket, knowing full well had she returned to face down the 'Chosen One', she surely would have died and her death would not have been pleasant. Not pleasant at all...

"As you wish." Loci said, laughing as she walked away from Lacy's cell. After she was gone, several of the other females in the cellblock grilled Lacy on who and what she had done and the how's and why's of it. They were all silenced by her tale.