RAKST CITY
Two days after the attack on Miks Village, word had already spread through the entire of Kingdom, the attack on a neutral village and the capture of The Lion. But rumors added that The Lion protected a Mist that rode away on a horse.
Deep inside the castle of the city though another meeting was taking place. The three leaders that had started to rebel against the Kingdom were currently sitting.
Skar, when will you talk about why you called us here" spoke a chubby-looking man, stuffing his face even more with food.
"You fat pig, don't you ever get tired of eating. I'm not surprised that you were called Douche by your parents though" a scrawny man looking like he hadn't eaten for a while spoke.
"Mark you bloody rat, I've warned you to never call my parents if not I'll dice up your tongue" Douche spoke in between mouthfuls.
"Tsk, I won't be surprised that you've eaten someone's tongue before, a pig like you must have committed cannibalism so many times. Did your parents die or did you eat them" Mark spoke with a smirk on his face.
Douche became livid but before he could move a voice called out
"Stop! The both of you can't sit together without behaving like animals" Skar spoke.
"Easy for you to say when this pig isn't trying to eat you" Mark sneered
"I said enough" Skar spoke but they could all hear the threat in his voice.
"Now back to the matter at hand, A Mist is alive and breathing, all our claims of being the rebel cities will come to an end and be proven to be a lie if we don't support the real rebels. But our generous King has decided to offer a bounty on the head of the traitor by offering the hand of the most beautiful Lisa in marriage. So, should we go back to the side of the King or support the rightful heir?" Skar spoke with utmost seriousness hiding the delight in his mind
"The coming of a Mist is both a blessing and a curse but I have reasons to believe that he is just a boy, bounty hunters will be after him soon. His death will be imminent it's better to reconcile with the King and avoid further complications" said Mark twirling his hand
"For once, I agree with this guy. No need for us to support someone who won't live to tell the tale nor know what his family is all about" Douche tore a chicken leg off.
"Then we have concluded haven't we" Skar stood up walking out.
Outside the door was one of his attendants.
"Send word to the Capital, we were in the wrong not knowing anything but deciding to turn our backs on the Kingdom. We henceforth swear our loyalty to the Kingdom and will commence making our way over to atone for our sins" he spoke to the attendant not turning back as he made his way deeper underground of the castle.
He finally reached a door at the bottom of the stairs, the place reeked of dead bodies. This was a place only a few knew of.
"How far the strong have fallen" a voice shouted from inside the darkness
"I didn't come to indulge in your theatrics, you know what I came for so why don't you just tell me" Skar shouted not budging an inch from the frame of the door
"Why not enter or are you afraid of a chained frail old man?"
Silence!
"So you're refusing to talk then you must know how I work. You'll listen to a story of mine, and then I'll tell you the answer you seek"
Silence!
"A long time ago, there was nothing or so history tells us till out of nowhere came ...."
Skar didn't know how long had passed before he could recollect that he couldn't remember a thing.
"You must be surprised right, guess the world isn't yet ready for the truth. The answer to your question is NO! You can never beat your brother nor will his city ever be yours but if you can acquire it all, then it might be possible. But I might be wrong" A mischievous chuckle reverberated through the room before everywhere became still.
"Wait!" Skar roared
Nothing, not even the rattling of chains could be heard. The darkness seemed so inviting but Skar knew better than to enter.
Clenching his fists, he turned and left, knowing better than to extend his welcome.