Wager

A normal nice day in Hellsfire. Aka dark and dreary but on this day theres a ceremony. A ceremony for the soldiers that fell and perished under Malcolms fury.

Hellsfirians gather around the plaza as the lucky ones who had arrived earlier sit in the uncomfortable seats. Standing next to my father i look over the sea of Hellsfirians listening to my fathers kind words.

"In the year of 3028 these 6 men all went into the enemy's boundaries to try to capture Malcolm," the hiss of my fathers voice with Malcolm's name makes me cringe.

Remembering the one soldier who made it back to us to tell us a message from malcolm i slowly get drug into the memory i was given once he touched me.

All the soldiers around him were walking slowly there hands a flamed and body heat radiating off them hotter than the sun. Grass and forestry around them singed to death as they walked.

The laughter of a young boy echoed around them distracting them. The first man with a silent scream died as he hit the ground with three throwing knives stuck into his skull.

The men gathering together quickly walked forward but in a circular motion all having each others back. Only which they didn't know they were being herded like cattle.

A dart flying out of no where iced in flames goes through the second mans throat. Dead upon hitting the ground his body twitched in repulsive motions as the 4 who were left moved over his
body trying to move forward.

Each man not knowing whose gonna be next move with each other. Now less having each others back and just trying to survive they break apart walking in a line.

Hearing a thud on the ground all 4 men spin on there heels to see a cloaked dark male crouched on the ground his eyes looking like deep black holes filled with crimson red blood.

Drawing there weapons as fast they can the cloaked male thrown a knife through the fourths ones chest as he jumps grabbing the others head and twisting it right off his shoulders. Each body dropping the cloaked male turned to the leader of the group and removed his hood.

"Hellsfirian," the unknown man spoke, "I'm the one you were searching for and have failed to retrieve."

The leader drawing his weapon soon falls with the straining contortion to his body like he's being dried out to a raisin. Screaming in the such pain he is picked up by Malcolm's hand and made to look into the deep red eyes.

"Before you die you'll deliver a message for me to the king. You tell him I'm coming and he will not win because i have an advantage," malcolm speaks with a smirk on his face.

The man nodding is soon shocked by the sudden bubbling poison coursing through his veins. Malcolm disappearing the man set back on foot to the kingdom death coursing through his veins.

Snapping out of the vision i look around at the Hellsfirians filing out of the plaza and my arm being grabbed. Looking up to my fathers face he smiles pressing his lips to my forehead as he walks us to the carriage.

With a fake smile selling on my face i step up the stairs into the carriage. Sitting across from my father i stare out the window at the passing faces. Some poorer then others.

I watch people fight over food and women. Turning my head from the disgusting scene i look at my knees.

I swear soon enough my people things will change. Maybe every time i say this its less then a promise and more of a hope.

The carriage stops and my fathers tall figure stands in a crouch. The door opening he steps out holding his hand out for me. Taking his rough hand i walk the two steps slowly and look around as the castles doors open and my father walks to them then turns around.