Whoooo~... Whoooo~
The faint cry of a night owl whispered in the dark.
Crickets chirped, fireflies danced, and the gently yet hot breeze caressed the cheeks of many.
The night sky was clear and filled with stars with no clouds in sight.
Beautiful.
One could get drawn in and mesmerized by their surroundings.
Yet... on this fine, warm night, a brooding chill passed through many like an electric current.
In the overly black massive tent fit for a ruler, several men gathered around in silence.
Their faces though looking expressionless, still managed to capture all the rage within them.
Want to kill them off so easily? Naive!!!
Commander Ferguson narrowed his face on the piece of flesh before him.
"You're majesty, I know of the ungrateful bastard who owns this."
How could he not?
This symbol belonged to one of the generals, whom he thought was like a son to him.
His heart quaked with pain.
