I walked towards the high security prison, determined
to receive the information I wanted. After explaining to the guards that I had
permission to enter, they let me approach the king’s cell. He sat on the white
bedding at the corner of the cell, the walls and metal bars of it were covered
with intricate curses, designed to hold him in. When he noticed me walk near
him, he crossed his arms over his chest and smiled ironically. He wore the
white clothing all prisoners wore and did not seem to have lost his spirit even
in the face of death. I frowned lightly and stood right in front of the
railings.
‘’What do you want Eserith?’’, every word he spoke was laced with irony.
‘’Is there a way to bring her back?’’, I asked,
cutting straight to the chase. He chuckled and I noticed how humane and somehow
older he looked, now that his eyes were not red. It looked like ten years were
added on him and even his obsidian hair had a few grey strands.
‘’There is.’’
C.T.K.
(From book2: Era of
wrath. Available on Amazon.com)
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