“Bring in the prisoner.” They dragged him from the cell.
Dressed in purple and gold, his head was high and he walked confidently. “And
make sure you hold him tight.” The guard added at the sight of the fearless
man.
Laughter
rumbled through the prisoner’s body and escaped through his mouth. “Are you
afraid, Captain? Afraid of an old man such as myself?”
“I would be
a fool if I thought you were just an old man.” The captain said quietly but
dangerously. “You may go,” he dismissed the two soldiers. They nodded in a
solute and left.
Once the two men were gone the old
man in chains continued. “Yes, I suppose you would be even more of a fool
considering what I did to you’re son.” The captain snapped and the tip of his
sword met the man’s throat, drawing a drop of blood. “Kill me,” the prisoner
said, staring down the sword into the captain’s eyes. “But you won’t gain
anything. It won’t bring you’re son back. If you want to truly avenge his death
then you will help me.”
“What kind of trick is this?” The
guard demanded, his voice shaking slightly.
“Yes, I killed your son. But I
didn’t have a choice. Aid me and we will call vengeance on the man who is
responsible for his death and for so many others’. The man who is responsible
for all of this destruction! Mordred
The Captain looked at him steadily
and for a moment the captive allowed himself to believe that there was hope.
That this wasn’t the end. Then the guard plunged his sword into the stomach of
the man.
He gasped for breath, his eyes
slowly loosing their eerie glow. Blood gurgled out of his mouth as he collapsed
onto the stone floor. As his murderer turned away, he spoke his last words,
“Killing me won’t stop the prophecy. I am the messenger; I do not have a part
in the unfolding. Tell your master his days are numbered.” Then he closed his
eyes. The fight for his life was over. I was time to surrender to Death’s
embrace and hope that it would have pity on his damaged soul.