The Fire Rages Within (Part 2)
Alfran sat in the far cell, and watched as Korv approached the neighbouring cell.
“Well, well, well.” uttered Korv cheerfully, “What do we have here general?”
“Two of the defenders Your Imperial Majesty. They were putting up quite a fight and I thought you might like to… Decide their fate.” replied the general with an ugly smirk on his face that made his scar look even more grotesque.
“And if I’m not mistaken, this is Keth Wenlu? Famous meat-head of the now retired Shaela’s Stormers.”
Korv roared with laughter. “Moving on shall we?”
Alfran heard the footsteps approaching and looked in to the face of his emperor’s murderer. Saarang had not only been his emperor, he had been his friend. He owed everything to Saarang, he was responsible for freeing him from a life of servitude. And now he was dead.
He ignored the man’s barbs. He was trying to goad him and he was not going to let him.
“Oh no.” chuckled Korv as he walked away with a triumphant swagger, “I’m not going to kill you. I have other plans for you.”
He started to climb the stairs and stopped a few steps up. “I believe you’ve had experience in the field Alfran. Perhaps you could tell the Helsian dog what to expect.”
Alfran watched the emperor disappear. The rage burning deep within his soul.
“What did he mean Alfran?” asked Keth.
“Pit-fighting.” he replied, “The emperor is going to reopen the fighting pits.”