Heat Rising (Part 5)
Emperor Saarang awoke with a start. He’d had one of those dreams where he felt that someone was watching him. That someone was in this very room.
He was being paranoid. His chambers were well guarded, no one would enter unannounced. Yet even upon waking he had that feeling of dread.
“Hello uncle.” whispered a familiar voice menacingly.
Emperor Saarang tried to turn around but felt a strong arm hold him in place as the knife that Korv was holding smoothly slipped past the old man’s ribcage and lanced through his heart. Korv let the emperor go and watched him stumble.
“How did I get past your guards?” finished Korv with a twisted smile on his face. “That part was easy. You do remember you sent me here as a child, because you didn’t have time to deal with an angry grieving boy, don’t you?”
“Seven years you left me here with that San’Dreki scum and his useless tin can. In that time I learnt all its secrets, see I never left this place. You were searching for me but I was right under your nose.”
“My forces are already outside. And I have disabled your precious defences. Good bye old man.” Korv laughed.
Admiral Davi arrived just in time to confirm Saarang’s worst fears. Korv was telling the truth, and everyone in this palace will die. As she knelt down to inspect the emperors wounds he uttered three words.
“Get everyone out.”
The last thing that he saw, in crystal clarity was the faceless visage of the angel of death as his mighty scythe reaped down to claim his soul.