(This chapter`s each part is big as chapter 5)
Arbitrary Betrayal (Part 1)
Headaching. A nerve gaining there, bringing pain. It flowed over my body. Something was wheeling out, moving, as I started to open the cover upon my eyes.I am moving forward.It was blurry. Not fine enough to understand. Was this another nightmare? By the gods, maybe I fell upon the gratitude of those thousands of skulls. Skulls?My tranquility wiped out to zero. I woke from that instance, my eyes flying open.I am at a circle ground. A camp. The forest around it wasn't alive, but it surrounded us.
There were lots of men and women lingring in this place. Their faces were embraced towards agony, etched with sadness. A campfire was set at the four corners of the encampment, and in the middle was a great messfire."You awake, Morass?"A walk behind me... someone had talked, and said my name. My real name.I turned, and there I saw an adolescence girl, maybe double my age. How in the world had my past and future forces gained strength to build this image? I felt as if I was hallucinating in reatime.
She knows me.She smiled gently. "Thanx to this very man. The commander at arm, Master Shalamyne Movell."A man stepped forward. "Glad you wake, son."That similar, familiar tone… it strucked me.It was an army man, with the army wearing of an upper-level officer, lower than a Vanguard. But beneath the helm and the armor… Gods, it was him.
His fake chuckles were making him seem despairless, but I knew that face.I could not digest it. I tried to know who Zegen Graths truly was. Was he Pasrelian? Was he Solian? Because I saw the same person in front of me, without any change in his presence, just army wearings. And that was the thing. I realized he must have changed his clothes in that very first hideout, two nights of agony ago. All the wrath and fear...
it couldn't make me see through it then."What's your name, son?" Zegen, or "Shalamyne," asked me this.What could I answer? What did I have? A long pause would cost both of us. So Zegen, seeing my panic, cracked the silence. He spit out a clever lie."Hear, I found this necklace on him," he said to the girl, pretending to hold something up. "It was named 'Morass' or something. So, what's your name?"I got the key. He was giving me the key. I spoke, my voice hoarse. "Morass. Morass Graths.""You quite look like my son, you know?" he spoke, his voice warm. "Crugur, his name."A silence absorbed the moment. Then the so-called Shalamyne said to the lady, "Thanks," by shaking her hand."Send the boy to Pasrel," she said, her voice serious.Shalamyne polited her, arguing gently.
"How can I deduce his identity? His residency?" He turned and looked down at me. "Where are you from, champ? Pasrel?"The way he said 'Pasrel' was weird, like a curse. I was urged to say no. I shook my head.He smiled. "Oh. Then you are Solian soil."The lady looked nervous. "What about the army behind us?" she asked. She took a breath and added, "Don't tell them he's Solian,this is pasrelian army camp. Otherwise, they goona kill him. Limb to…" She cut herself off, seeing that I can here. Then she spoke in a different tongue, "ekla ij kla der.
" It was the pretty language of East Pasrel, but I knew it. I understood. I wasn't in a place to be shocked by that."No, I wouldn't," Zegen gave her his assurance."Would I take care of the boy?" she asked.Zegen shook his head. "No need, as I am here.""So. Shalamyne Movell."A sound came towards us, unfamiliar. A new man. Zegen turned back, facing him. The man was the same height as Zegen, just a difference in age. I thought Shalamyne, this Zegen, would be double his age.That man stood and gazed towards me. Then towards Zegen. He rolled his eyes outside the camp, a clear coordination. Get out.Zegen said, his voice easy, "Come on, man.
What's the hate towards belongings?"That man thrusted his spit onto the ground while he started talking. "You ain't a belonging. Cuz I know Shalamyne. A moral, ethics man. And now I see a man just front of me, with his wearings and his batch of honour. What in the butthole?""Listen, Gaile," Zegen countered. "Just a day. Maybe let over this night."Gaile, his voice pressing through his teeth, said, "You douchebag, playing around me for one night and a whole day, and you want this night, too?!"Then I realises. I had slept for one night and a whole day. This was the third night.
Time had bent around my fear.Gaile sparked, seeing me, and pointed at Zegen. "You don't have a clue. I just stayed calm for the moment, for the child to a wake. Now, let the child with you, and woke to pasrel!"Zegen, this Shalamyne, countered, "You pretty know this. Are you really assigned for this work?""What work?" Gaile snapped.Zegen sparked by saying, "A spare barrel of defense to Pasrel. And the leading in charge… that is you?""I am the leading charge!" Gaile yelled.
"I am a greater post than you!"Zegen plays his hand. "Proof? Badge? Honour to your body? Your body is just… wearing.""That's where you played!" Gaile shouted, his face red. "You took it! Took it from that fruit shop in town! Now you took his identity, too!" He glared at Zegen. "I think you are Solian." Gaile waved his head, nodding yes to his own statement.But Zegen played his masterstroke. "No one knows you here. Rather than being assigned by Vanguard Myle Strauss. But... a couple of peoples know me here."Zegen looked over at two army men, standing by the fire. He waved a hand of gratitude. They waved back."They are certified," Zegen said to Gaile. "They have a batch, like me. You saw them." Zegen chuckled, a low, confident sound, and took a big breath,again says,``you know what? "You can take a badge from them—or anyone. They'll give it to you.But will youtakeit? Will you stoop that low?"Gaile just stared. He was beaten. He started walking backwords, nodding 'yes' to himself, as if he was the one who had to prove he was true.All of this stuff was heard by that lady."Why you have to play like that? Being so... awaysome?" she said. She was sat near me now, reading a book while the men were arguing. Her hearings were there, too. The book was named "Verdict of a Fallen."
The name of the writer was not there. Maybe she wrote it.Shalamyne looked at her and spoke. "Big hearings, huh? What's you reading? Melodrama?"She said, "It's a poetic, tragic life. The circule of a lineage, told through a single character." She looked down at the page. "And my fav line was… ROGERED ONE ISNT SEEK OUT FOR LIERS."Zegen smirked.
"Oh. Must be the hero died by in a war of despair, while fighting his past."She shockes, looking up at him. "How do you know? I mean… you read it?"Zegen said, "I know the structure. As I saw from your discription. The circule. Shyla."She froze. "You... you know me?" Her eyes widened. For a heartbeat, the firelight froze between them.Zegen got caught in his own trick of saying names. While defending it, he said, "No. Not yet.""You just said it!" she said. "You just said it! Here in this place, people call me as 'Apothecary' or 'Miss Healer.'" Her voice was rising. "I didn't deduce my identity!"Zegen held up a hand. "Shyle, shh, shh. When?""Again!" she whispered."Oh," Zegen said, faking confusion. "You are 'Shhh'?"Silence for a moment. I was just there.
Then Zegen started speaking in the Lukein language. It was tough, but I decoded some words of Zegen. He said: "...not... suppose... here... you... family... have..."And Shyla responded, her voice low and fast: "...that... me... tell... you... dont... people... less... family... are... these..."It was too tough for me to decode it all. She was also saying something else, pointing towards me. I couldn't utter the words, but I could feel it.I could see Jelin in her.
Arbitrary Betrayal Part 2: a hearings
"I may privilege your words, Apothecary," Zegen, this Shalamyne, spoke to the young lady, but his eyes were locked on me. "But… that standing boy perhaps speaks the Luke-in tongue."Shyla's head snapped up. Her confusion was on the spot, and it was a suspicious happening. Her reaction sparked a deep curiosity, which led her to speak. "A Solian? Knowing this tongue of Pasrel?" Her eyes narrowed. "He is Pasrelian, then... ain't he?"Zegen put on a confused face and shook his head, opposite to her words. Then he looked towards me.Her state turned humble, her eyes softening as she looked at me. She stepped closer. "Who are you? Tell me. I am not giving grants to these cowards." Her voice was low and kind. "Listen, child. I can fix this. Whatever it is, I can fix it."Zegen stepped in. "Maybe the boy just woke. He is addled." He pulled Shyla at some distance from me, so I could not hear their whispers clearly.But I watched them. I saw Shyla looking at Zegen, her face filled with pleading. I heard her voice, a sharp, urgent whisper. "Oh, gods' sake, please! Let this boy come with me! To Pil—"
She cut herself off.Her eyes were telling Zegen to let me go. By the gods, she must know something. Something about the world, about life, about the dysfunction of humanity.Then I heard Zegen's voice, cold as stone. "I never wanted you in the first place."Zegen added more, a low growl.
"Belongings await you,this boy crugur have to with me"she shocked and said,``so he is crugur..``She… she started weeping out, and her each word was full of the despair of futures I could not see. "Don't do anything mad! Let that boy live! And them too! You are a proud soldier, even if you are biased!"Her cry was real. Her lips hesitated as she spoke. "I can see that boy! He is filled with nothingness! What more treacherous thing do you want from him?!"Zegen, that bastard, wiped her tears with his thumb, while tearing her words apart. "To live, child. He must live. And as you can see," he said, his voice flat, "I am giving you the child. If he goes with you, then good."From the back of Zegen, that man came out. The same man from the two "certified" soldiers who had waved to Zegen. He gave a tiny sack to Zegen.Zegen pushed it into my hands. "Go with Shyla. Go till the bridge. This bag has fruits. Eat them while you are returning."Returning?I just nodded, my heart like a stone. That man, the rogue man, was coming with us.
He was the sender, to take me to the cart, and probably to lead me back again.Shyla started to move, a leap to live. But as she walked away, Zegen called her name, loud, for all in the camp to hear: "APOTHECARY!"Everyone looked. I was with her, and the rogue man… he had already gone far away, invisible in the trees.After Zegen's call, me with Shyla looked behind. Seconds passed.Zegen said one word: "Fallens."An unnecessary word. But then he added, "Your favourite line. ROGERED ONE ISNT SEEK OUT FOR LIERS." He smirked. "It is from 'Verdict of Fallens.' Not 'Fallen.'"She just nodded. Okay.We started moving ahead. That rogue man found us in the darkness. A very big time passed. She was talking to me, telling stories related to 'Fairy and Fury' and other things, just to set me at ease, to make me come along with her. It was really awkward. She wanted to tell the truth, but she could not.We came to a bridge. But that wasn't the bridge from before. This one was going towards Pasrel again.
This was on the Zogra River.She put on her badge of apothecary to safely go through the checkpoints.A cart was standing there. It had one bull. A bull which was missing one horn. I could see that cart and that bull. They were… similar to the past ones. To Zegen's.Another man was riding the cart. Shyla sat behind, in the back of the cart. Her feelings were unsettling to me. She looked... sad. And afraid. She looked at me, her face full of that same pity.And then, she spoke."You do have a chance to be with us, Crugur!"Her words were gentle—a soft call coming from that bullock cart. By the gods, her voice was kind. The tip of her every finger urged me to leave this… this graveyard of a forest."Refuse your fear, pilgrim!" she called. "She is calling you!"But every time she spoke, I felt myself sinking deeper, as if the soil were swallowing me whole. One foot felt affixed, stuck fast as though held by the dead. My urge to go was neglected by my own, deeper fear.Her voice came again, more desperate.
"Last chance!"I looked at her, trapped in a dilemma of belief. She could see the terror in my eyes and was trying to ease it, to calm me. I moved slightly. My fingertips trembled, reaching toward her hand to grab—And then… something grabbed me.A cold hand, from behind, from beneiss the soil. It seized my right foot.The touch was sharp, and a shockwave of pure, cold terror shot through me. I felt myself fall—not onto the soil, but into the black Zogra River.
The cart moved ahead.But it moved without me.
Unburning the burnt
The fall. It happened so fast.
But the Zogra river… it wasnt that deep. By the gods, it was not filled with water. It was a dry gash in the earth, a ditch where the desert swallon (swallowed) all the waterdroplets, leaving only hot sand and ash.
Something had pulled me into the river. I looked down at my right foot. It was… burned. The skin was red, sizzling, blistering in the hot sand. That wasn't a shockwave I'd felt. That was real pain.
My heart hammered. Who was calling me? What was at the end of the river? My curiosity was for few seconds, cut short as I saw a buring place.
No. Not a place.
They are peoples.
My anxiety and fear started growing, choking me. I saw them. I saw the view from back… no, they were turning. Crawling towards me.
They was asking for help.
Their voices were not human. They were a hiss, a crackle. Like wet wood on a fire, but with words.
"Hhh... elp... uss..."
"Waa... terr..."
"Gods... Gods... burn..."
They cant come near me. They knew, by the gods, they knew they could burn me. They stopped, a few feet away, reaching with hands that were just blackened bones, flesh melting from them like hot wax. They can know it, but they were still begging for life.
Each and every language... they started to speak with me, anything they knew, as there limit. Pasrelian. Old Solian. Tongues I had never heard. A mess of dying words.
And then my relisation hit me. It was a shock, a physical blow. I waved away the opportunity. I left Shyla. And now… now im middle of 7 poeples. The seven slaves.
Eyes widend, forcing them open, frightening them against the sight. I was crunching my own fingers, digging my nails into my palms until they bled. I started slaping my self, hitting my own face, again and again, as punishment.
"You fool!" I screamed at myself. "You left her! You fool!"
I looked closer at them. Their iron handcuffs... they were melted. Melted into their wrists, fused with their burning arms.
That son of a bitch. Zegen. He burned them to hell.
What in the world do I live in? What hell is this?why zegen wanted to kill them?what planned gore that much?
They had left most human things. Their skin. Their voices. Their souls were burning away. But these slaves... they are not hurting me. They knows. They see my as human.
Zegen was a lier.
Zegen was a fucking lier!
They weren't "living corpses." They were people. I could feel the humanity. I could feel the moment in them, the desperate, dying truth.
My cry was not enough for that gore. It was a small, pathetic sound.
I started looking for water. "Water!" I shrieked, scrambling in the sand. "Water!" There is not water in this fucking place!
Can I use my spit? Was that enuogh? By the gods, I tried. I gathered what little spit I had in my dry, ash-filled mouth and crawled closer to the nearest one, a woman. I leaned forward to let it drop on her. But I couldn't do it. It was nothing. A single drop on a bonfire. It was useless.
I just... broke. I fell onto the hot sand and screamed, a long, tearing wail of guilt and horror.
A man founded me in this state of broken as possible.
I looked up. It was him. The "rogue man" from the camp. The one who had walked with us. He just... stood there, his face hard, looking down at me, and at the burning, hissing bodies.
Rage. Pure, black rage filled me. This was his fault. Zegen's fault. They were liers.
I started attacking that man by rocks. I grabbed a stone from the dry riverbed and threw it as hard as I could.
"YOU DID THIS!" I shrieked. "LIER! BASTARD! YOU KILLED THEM! YOU BURNED THEM!"
A slight rock hitted his head. A dark line of blood trickled from his temple.
He dont wanted to kill me. His face... it was just tired. But his anger at my attack lead he to hit me.
He stepped forward, his hand moving fast as a snake.
CRACK.
He hit me, just once, hard across the face.
And I fainted, my world fainted white.
Arbitrary Betrayal Part 3 - Flames of Heart
I opened my eyes. The white fog of my faint faded, replaced by the cold, hard wood of a floor. I was looking at a dead man in front of me. It was him. The rogue man. The one sent by Zegen to "guide" me. The one who had hit me with the rock. But he was no longer a guide. He was meat. He was crushed. The heavy wood of the cart had fallen upon him, or perhaps run him over in a haste I had missed while sleeping in the dark. His chest was flat, his eyes staring at nothing.
Maybe Shyla came to save me? My heart jumped with a small hope. But no. That is not the truth. I looked around. This was not Shyla's cart. This was a new cart. Stronger wood, iron rims. It was a cart from the camp. I slowly sat up, my head throbbing from the rogue man's strike. I looked to the back of the cart.
There was a man slumped there. He was breathing hard, shallow, ragged breaths. It was Zegen. He was in a terrible state. His face was pale, covered in sweat and soot. But his arm…
I looked at his right hand. It was twisted, unnatural, as if the bones inside had decided to look at the sky. It was dislocated, hanging limp, with a deep, bloody gash where a spike had surely pierced him. I was not in a state and manner to talk to him. My body hurt. My soul hurt from the burning slaves. I just wanted a peace. I just wanted the silence. But then, looking at him, looking at the dead rogue man, and this army cart… I realised. I realised what Zegen did to the camp. He didn't just leave. He burned it down. He destroyed them. My sleep was gone. My peace was wiped to zero. The rage returned, cold and sharp .
I started to wake him up. I crawled over to him, grabbing his good shoulder. "Wake up, you bastard!" I was calling him, shaking him. He groaned, his eyes fluttering but not seeing. "Was I any better than Zegen? In that cruel moment, guilt tasted as bitter as blood. he is now dead. dead with his motive. Now i can look for my own. suddenly eyes sight sees the tiny sack gifted by Zegen was full of badges, a badges of honor "What you did there?" I screamed. "What did you do to them?!" I thought of the burning slaves. I thought of Shyla. "What Shyla told you about?" I demanded, shaking him harder. "You betrayed me!" I screamed it again.
"YOU BETRAYED ME!" All I was saying won't affected Zegen. He was injured badly. The pain of his twisted hand and the toll of his battle had taken him. He was unable to respond, just a broken man in a stolen cart, dragging me further into his hell. (The camp, moments after Morass departed with Shyla…) A man, the rogue sender, passed a tiny sack to Shalamyne. He gave an alert, knocking on his own back thrice. Thump-thump-thump. "They are coming." The tiny sack… Zegen, this Shalamyne, had given it to Morass, to Crugur. That bag did not contain fruits. By the gods, it contained the badges of the Pasrelian army in the camp. Probably twenty-eight of them. At this time, while the camp slept or ate, Zegen had knocked off all their badges, stolen them one by one, and given them to the boy, saying, "Fruits for the returning way." Morass went with Shyla. Just as he said. Then, Zegen turned.
He walked to the messfire located in the middle of the camp, looking for a meal, bold as brass. "Intruders not allowed," Gaile said, stepping into his path. Zegen answered with that confusing trademark of his. "Am I?" "Yeah, really it is," Gaile spat. "What's the point to send the boy with that girl? Without you? What are your plottings?" Gaile looked suspicious towards Shalamyne. "Nature's call, probably," Shalamyne answered, shrugging. Gaile smirked. "Oh really? With the girl?" "Think of it," Shalamyne said, his voice smooth. "I think the boy has some trauma.
So probably she is trying to heal his wounds. You know about her, ain't you?" Gaile quickened his response. "She is a traveler and we appointed her for help." Shalamyne raised an eyebrow. "That's it?" "Yes, my dear spy," Gaile again quick responded. Shalamyne nodded slowly. "Girl has some lore." "Wanna see my lore?" Gaile asked. CRACK.
Gaile punched hard into the face of Shalamyne. Twenty-seven armed men and women looked upon them, but couldn't do anything. These two had been at each other's throats all the time.
"Ouchh!! Ahh uhh!!" Shalamyne stumbled back. "Am I responsible for your birth? Why are you in anger, pal?" A quick reaction. Shalamyne took out a cracked tooth from his mouth and threw it into the fire. Hiss. Gaile came forward. Shalamyne hesitated, backing away. He started moving backward from the position he fell in. His movements stopped when his back clashed with a spiky rock formation.
He wanted to move back but couldn't, so he started to move left or right. In an instance, Gaile grabbed his long hair, striking him back against the spike giant rock. THUD. "For the sake… the kid is gone for a moment," Gaile hissed, his words punched out as he slammed Shalamyne's head to the rock. Several times. It lead to bleeding. Gaile further added words in a cold manner. "Now tell your name and your motive." Shalamyne was shaking from fear. Everyone was looking at him.
Gaile stroked the head of Shalamyne to the spikey rock several times more, asking the same questions. But Shalamyne was not responding due to fear. Gaile went further. He grabbed the crotch of Shalamyne, lifted him to his back, and throws him towards the messfire. WHOOSH. Full anger of him says, "TELL ME WHO YOU ARE?!" A couple of pikemen stopped, pulling backward on Gaile, and some rookies pulled Zegen back from the messfire just in time. He was saved, but some hairs burned.
He couldn't see anything as he was in terror fear. "Are you crazy, man? Going at all like that?" one of the pikemen spoke to Gaile. Shalamyne panted, holding his head. "Fineee… I'll go away. If you don't need me… I was for the help… and back." Gaile knocked him down again. "Gutsy man, peeing on the ground. Nothing worsen than you. Leave the kid, or else burn to hell." Shalamyne answered, weak and broken.
"Fine, I'll take my badge…" He started patting his chest, looking for his badge. But it was lost. Maybe in the fight with Gaile. Or maybe… it was never there. "You son of a thousand whores fucked my badge!" Shalamyne spoke with his remaining spirit. "Ahh, you dropped a limb," Gaile counter-attacked. This would have led further, but some men came out from the outside. They were eighteen. They came with a bull…
the same kind of bull Zegen, aka Shalamyne, had. Sirneal Archer, the leading man, approached. "Beating party? Nicee." Then his tone moderated. "Who are you all supposed to be to us?" Gaile saw the badge of honour on him. He realised the front he and his team came across was from the last bunker of the Pasrelian front, which is direct back to the real battlefield, the "Desert of Lucain." Gaile bowed towards him.
"My honour to meet you, Sir Nigeal Archqueen." Sirneal cut his voice with a higher tone. "Shut up, you twisted jerk!" He stepped closer. "Who said my name is Queen?" Gaile stammered. "Vanguard Myle Strauss assigned us to the last barrel… to the last bunker… means to you." Sirneal waved his head. Two of his pikemen grabbed the hands of Gaile and knuckled him down on his knees, hands tightened to his back.
Army men from both fronts went on alert. "Why, my lord?" Gaile responded to the quick action of Sirneal. "I am Sirneal," the commander said coldly. "Not a Nigeal. Or any Queen is not in my surname." Gaile is shocked. "What?" Sirneal responded, "Yes, it is. And there is no Vanguard Strauss. Even if newly added, the King won't add such authority to him, nor the Head Minister." Gaile responded by saying, "But we are Pasrelian! And a back-up plan to you all!" "We weren't notified by a Samench messenger," Sirneal humbled the words of Gaile. Sirneal further added, "So… you all are Pasrelian?" Gaile and all responded, "Yes." Including Shalamyne.
Gaile looked at Shalamyne and hissed, "Not you, jerk." Then he looked at Sirneal and said, "Sir, this is a Solian. Grab him and leave me." Sirneal said, "Yeah. We have to grab him. And all of you Solian whores." Gaile started to say "We are not Solian," while at the same time one pikeman shut his mouth by slapping both sides of his face. Smack! Sirneal responded, "Your badge is missing.
" Gaile, while recovering from the slap, said, "Badge is not the only thing used for loyalty! See my wearings! And all I know about Pasrel!" Sirneal's righthand man, Voicethorwe, responded to Gaile. "Yeah, he's right. Traitors can't get the same clothings, and they don't have knowledge about the rival land. And they are dumb… like what you are doing." Gaile responded, narrowing his eyes, "You must be Flamethorve." Sirneal laughed so hard on how he named the Voicethorwe. "Flamethrower would be good to him!" Voicethorwe sneered at Gaile. "Haha. Flame in your arse." Sirneal said to Gaile while looking at his eyes, "Look.
I am giving a chance to you. If one of your front do have anything precious, or a badge, we will think about your freedom." Gaile's hope rose. "Yes sir! Hey, you all! Please show your badges!" Everyone checked their pockets. They were positioning their hands, searching… but were unable to find them. It was like they were lost in some dark void. "I was a holder till a couple of time ago," Shalamyne answered from the ground.
"But this Gaile threw it away." No one looked at his response, but they listened. Sirneal said while in same state, "Gaile… I think you are the leader, by the way of taking." Gaile responded, "Yes sir." "Armen klies…." Sirneal said something. A code. Gaile was confused and couldn't give an answer. Sirneal approached all and asked, "Anybody knows?" Shalamyne quickens by saying, "I do! I do!" Sirneal says, "What is it?" Zegen aka Shalamyne answered, "Mlead…?" Sirneal says, "Close enough. But wrong." Further he adds, "So nobody knows this.
And you are thinking I would dare to free you from this burden, you pimp?" Gaile responded, desperate now. "Gaile is my name! We are newbies assigned for this!" "Now ready for death."
A cold response of Sirneal heated up the place. Sirneal further says, "I was thinking about who you are. Oren Madello, a traitor from past 8 years ago, minister killer… then I realised how he could be such nonchalant to the plotting word. You are just a jerk, leaded by the least motivation by some man like Oren himself. So tell me where he is, or die?" Gaile responded with the intention to tell truth to Sirneal. "I don't know this sir! I am the real one! I am from Glazarc region!
Minister Oracs Pointer was my mentor! I trained under him for 5 years! I have no war experience so he approached me for this mission to Minister Salavatour!" Sirneal was stressed by the uttering of Gaile. He says to Gaile, "Again. Who is Salavatour?" "Creating names are a good thing for you," Sirneal sighed. "Gaile… such a weirdass name like Salavatour. And you do know one of Minister's name.
Now tell me where is your boss?" Gaile realised, This was the doing of Shalamyne. He looked at Shalamyne. He was calm, yet responsive. Gaile gave a look to Shalamyne, not in anger, but in the psyche of guts. A realization of the game. Gaile, while looking at Shalamyne, said, "You got all you want. Sending the child to the other side. Living me helpless. A dual between two fronts. But not further more lies and utterings." Shalamyne looked confused. So as Sirneal and every other. Sirneal says, "Now you pulling this on him? A man who is beaten by you? Maybe he was against your plan. So, any words?" Gaile says, "I lost this battle.
I don't have any words. But I can stop others from dying. I choose death, but spare the other.
" Sirneal says, "We will investigate all. But knocking down you was the idea. So any wish or words before execution? I mean, who you wanted to be die?" Gaile responded, his voice steady. "I prefer to die as a warrior, far from the hunger of a race accursed by humanity's filthiest beasts. A perfect execution of me from the world. Not give in weight sorrow to others about me. A lone bug. Drops of water for me was my insult.
" Sirneal says, "So calm, huh?" Gaile says, "Yeah. That was the initial plan. But as I think, I have to die as a true warrior who fought against the race. A mere bug who was going to save the flower and guard it. I drench each of my blood to death just to ensure my belongings are safe. And after my death… don't go killing anybody or mourn upon me.
That would be great to fail someone's plan. Say enough to the liars, for now… Rogered one is not seek out for liers." Sirneal orders. SCHWACK. The pikemen chopped the head of Gaile. Every single being of the front of Gaile was in shock. Their fingertips became cold as icebergs. "I found my badge! Why you killed him?!"
At the messfire, Shalamyne finds it. He holds it up. "Was a klead the answer of the code before?" Shalamyne asked innocently. Every single person was looking towards Shalamyne. A full of anger and vengeance about what he did. And what Leader Gaile wanted to tell about Shalamyne Movell's true nature. SPLASH.
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A pikeman threw a spike onto the right hand of Shalamyne. It pierced through. He started bleeding upon instant. Shalamyne felt down, screaming. "Kill that bastard!" one from Gaile's front attacked on Shalamyne. "He has something same as him! Stop everyone!" Sirneal ordered his men. And the
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duel started.