The murderer had just killed himself; apparently, a grin had appeared on his face before. It was falling slowly on the grass. I went to check his body, which was dripping blood, looking motionless and pale like it couldn't do anything. I checked the pulse; the body was still warm, like it had a pulse.
Wait, my attacker purposely allowed himself to get killed, but I checked the body it seems like it can move. What is this? I am baffled.
I noticed shadow figures above. I looked up to see guards. I am now not only confused but consumed by emotions I don't even understand.
The guard came this way
Wait, I just realised that this scene looks like I committed the crime, but I hope he doesn't think of me as a culprit. No, he murdered a guard or at least attempted it. If the guard allows me to talk, I could escape this mess.
At least this is where I won't have to lie to save myself.
They could still do their investigation in a time like this.
Did I cost them a lead? Nothing here tampered
"No, the murderer used my weapon on himself to make it look like I did it. Was that the plan? He must have seen them before I did—a clever way to escape.
These guys are professionals. They should know what happened by interrogation.
"But what should I be doing here in the first place".
"Think, man, think". My head is wrapped in conflicted thoughts; on top of that, I am bruised and cuts. It is like fire ants dancing on my flesh.
I kept in my position, a lunge, my eyes focused on searching my things, and my head was slightly down.
"What of the horse". I raise my head slightly. Other guards were subduing the horse.
I pulled my dagger out
A guard came to me, and his dark pupils scanned me.
"Are you okay"? The guard said in a concerned voice.
I looked up, folded by rope and put my dagger in place. The guard helped me up.
"You are pretty hurt and in pain, aren't you?". He continued
He is right, I did sustain damage from this guy, and I wonder if he did something to me. I don't want to look like that horse or worse.
He started asking me questions and investigating me, but as I tried to talk, I started coughing blood. I pleaded for my life so that I would be healed.
"You need to be cleaned."
"Another guard will take you there". Then he ordered a guard to take me there. He called for a guard. I guess he must be a general.
I am going to be healed since I am a lead in their investigation.
I hesitated in reaching for the gold, but the other guy grabbed it. First, he looked at my dagger. I told him not to touch it is mine.
He tried to speak, but I cut him off, saying he couldn't take it. I clenched onto it tightly
The general went with the guard privately to discuss I was standing in place doing nothing.
I stand in place, ignoring the pain from the battle. They came back done with their conversation.
A path was created for me to walk out of this small gorge. I saw another group carrying the horse in a sphere of mana. It's the noise and behaviour I find annoying.
Anyway, I was led to a carriage, a brown horse strapped with steel armour connected with a rope to the carriage. The carriage was painted one colour, black, with a Rubie at the door.
I was given mana water, then cuffs
I felt good after that water; at least the bruises are gone.
"This doesn't do much, but it has potent effects against pain
I was led towards the carriage. I opened the door and went inside. I sat inside, closer to the front window, to hear what the guards were discussing. The seats were embedded in the carriage and made of soft, pink fluffy material.
The ride went on smoothly. I went to the window to ask the guards where we were going
then he gave me a cold, harsh reply with his deep straight voice telling me to sit back down.
My things were taken from me, especially my dagger. It's the only other left I have in memory of
I realised that I was getting a bit emotional
I groaned, and then they told me to be quiet. I apologised and remained mute.
"what a day". I internally said to myself.
Then, a breaking sound followed by the tumbling of the carriage, and my back was pushed around the inner walls of the carriage. I managed to keep my body still so that I won't sustain too much damage.
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My eyes opened slowly. I was on the ground, still in the carriage. I kicked the door open to feel the air, and my cuffs broke into pieces. I walked and then collapsed to the ground on my knees. I don't even recognise where we are, even though I didn't know where we were going in the first place.
I was on the ground, my body in pain. I can not tell what happened, but that is the least of my worries.
I keep my breathing stable. I feel weak. I try to stand, pushing pay the pain. I looked around in my vulnerable state. I saw my dagger and rope to my left. I stretched forth my hand to grab the blade. I also saw some of the carriages, and the front was damaged. I couldn't see the horses.
I look ahead there is a shadowy figure with red eyes emerging from a fog. The fog started disappearing, and the figure became more visible. It is that guy again on top of the horse. He is wearing blood-red clothing, and half of his face starts cracking, turning red; his left eye becomes red while the right becomes black, but the other half of his face is Wasserman. He had a jewel in his hands; was it a power sour,ce?
I could feel some pressure from him. Two beings in red robes were beside him, one on the left, the other on the right. The two guards stood in front of me; one came by me to check up on me and gave me some energy but was sent crashing into the already damaged carriage. I have enough power to get up. I checked on him, and he didn't look too beat up. I removed his helmet. Blood dripped down his mouth and head; his sword was sticking out.
"Hey, what is the situation there? Is he ok". The other guard asked in concern for his fellow man.
"He is fine, but cold blood is dripping his head and mouth". I responded.
"Listen, go straight by your right and fix yourself". The other guard said, pointing in that direction and tossing me a small bag.
I carried the guard on my shoulder, tied the sword around my waist, held the small bag in my hand and went in the directed path. I ran crisscross avoiding blasts being shot at me. Then something appeared before me, and I stabbed it without hesitation or thought. The guard was covering me.
After running for a while, I checked if I was being followed, but no, I wasn't. I saw a building. I am guessing that this is the place.
I got to the front of the building, and I opened the wooden door. The inside was shimmering; the roof, wall and floor were made of glass tiles with an array of chairs at the left, right and middle with enough spacing leading to the altar and all the entrances and exits.
I walked towards the altar, and I was starting to get tired of logging this guy. I went to the priest. He was bald with a hallow on his hand and a moustache. He looked like he might be in his late 40s or early 50s.
I dropped the guard in front of him and removed his helmet. I gave him the small bag.
"This will not be enough". The priest said
I checked the guard's pocket and brought out a small bag, and gave the priest. He accepted and put his hand in the air pointing then I began to feel great. Wow, nice he then attended to the guard.