EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE

 

            A man ran down the hallway of an elaborate ice fortress, bearing a thick fur parka and trying not to slip as he ran. He was holding a manila folder containing classified paper in them. He approached the door at the end of the hallway to be greeted by a guard holding a spear. The guard held the point to the man’s neck. “What’s your reasoning to be here?”

            “I-I-I have s-some important papers f-for Master,” the man stuttered, due to fear and the frigid temperature.

            The guard stepped back. “Proceed.” he said as he opened the door.

            The man ran in to confront a throne made of ice facing away, in it was a man who wore a black high-collared jacket, sunglasses, and black pants and shoes. “What?” he asked, in a deep gravelly voice coming from a throat that had been  put through some hard times, judging by the sound.

            “I’ve received recent reports on the whereabouts of the Two Troubles,” the man said shyly.

            “Excellent!” Master boomed as he swung up from his seat, hidden in shadow. “Bring them here. Once we find them, they’ll get the true punishment they deserve.” He laughed an unsettling laugh as he briefly stepped into the light, shining a bright gleam of blonde hair.