"One last thing before you leave." Pehar grabbed a notepad and got ready to write something down. "What god blessed you?"
It was a strange question but I didn't see a need to lie.
"I was blessed by Amesh." I said it as simply as I could, not having the will to start a conversation.
Pehar's eyes widened. He grabbed a book from the cabinet behind the desk and started rapidly flipping through the pages.
"How unusual, most people say some minor farming god or maybe the rarer god of protection. However, according to this you've been blessed by a god of war." He closed the book. "There isn't much information on Amesh, but according to the great tomb of the holy and demonic beings, Amesh is old so old one might call him ancient. He was mentioned during the first elf human war about two thousand years ago, Information from back then is scarce even the elders do not know everything. Though the first known blessed of Amesh founded the Baringyen empire a nation that still exists today ran by the kobolds. So yeah your a rare breed for sure."
Zecta looked on in amazement.
"Turns out you're a true warrior Xie. I have never even met someone blessed by a god of war." She praised.
This praise fell on deaf ears. "God of war." My whole fears have been confirmed in a single sentence. The words Amesh spoke came back in that instant 'Execute my will, and slay the demon king.' "What is a demon king? I ask.
This question was met with silence as they both stared at me. The silence grew heavy. It felt like I asked a dumb question. Is it enough for them to know I'm not from here? Do they execute other worlders… I wonder if I will be hanged. Dred filled me in that moment. I don't know why. I have long since stopped fearing death, but with their eyes that cut at me like daggers, I wanted to fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness. Zecta rested her hand on the sword at her waist, and Pehar looked like he was reaching for something under his desk. The world in that moment felt as if sound just forgot to exist. That single moment felt like a century. I reach down for my gun, just to remember it's not there. Zecta goes one step forward, and begins to draw her sword. Pehar leaves his glare on me staring at Zecta hesitantly. Not a word came from either of their mouths. My fight or flight response flared up. The time I spent at war taught me to always hesitate and yet I never thought saying two words would end in such an event. To fight im not sure I could even beat Pahar if he pulled a weapon, let alone Zecta who is currently threatening me with a very sharp looking sword. I am left with one option RUN.
I turned on my heel in an instant bashing through the window with my shoulder. I land on the street, my new leg wobbling as I sprint in the first direction I saw. There's thuds behind me, I knew one of them would chose to chase me. I ran as fast as I could, faster than I've ever ran before.
I was reminded of Vietnam. Months after I was shipped off. There was a village, it was just a normal patrol. A villager was eyeing us down the moment we entered town. Zack, the squad leader at the time, went to talk to the man that looked like anyone's grandpa. However at that moment the grandpa slid a grenade out of his pocket. It was one of ours US made. Zack shot him six times, well the old man struggled to get the pen out. And when the grandpa fell, so did the grenade. All of us ran for our lives, the rest of the squad escaped but Zack wasn't so lucky.
The footsteps grew louder, I feel someone grab my hair and push my head to the ground. I crashed into the floor skidding on the loose gravel.