The Why of the war. 3
distant voices pass through the cloak of darkness which had engulfed and forced him to open his heavy eyelids. The light begins to slowly draw the world before him. Seven spectral shapes in the shadows begin to form before him, eyes can only distinguish too round, too bright: magicians?. Your mind is awakening to the rest of his body, section by section, muscle by muscle while trying to remember how it came to the situation where you are. The last thing I remember is the fight briefly in the bedroom ... And now it is lying on the floor, hands and arms tied to a column-by something cold touch had to be limestone.
feel a bittersweet mellow in the mouth. Spits out a blood clot that lets soaked chin. Note as if his head would burst and regained her world view becomes blurred at times fleeting. He raises his head and stares at the seven wise men, and if part of some strange hallucination trigger these failures for the pain ... but they are not. The seven seniors will hold their eyes as one, and as one take one step forward and ask,
- What is the antidote?. Feels too
confusing, they speak?. it's all too strange, if only I could rest a bit ...
- What is the antidote?.
portrays one to ask, this time without a word. The words come in the form of pain that fills you fire your nervous system. Yells but only manages to throw a hiss spit mixed with blood.
- WHAT IS THE ANTIDOTE?.
The new wave of pain hit him so hard it feels like the whole weight of his body is crushed against the stone column. The seven pairs of eyes looking at him with hate gold. The seven seniors are dressed in expensive clothes, with hundreds of charms and strange tattoos, they are all different but in essence, everyone is equal. I had never seen so many Wizards together not believe there was a total of more than one or two. Three at most. But seven ... was impossible. From what little I knew about them to keep only one of these aberrations as well as an annual cost to maintain a thriving city. The nature of their disabilities forced to eat only molten liquid gold ... five times a day. So make daily food for seven was something he would have thought unreachable.
- What is the antidote?
A brutal and unforgiving force almost crushes him against the column I forced them to shout again. This time does not yield strength after hitting him but, as Dante and invisbile hand, forces you to be first standing, then rise into the air, sanding his back to the stone column that is becoming red as your body takes up. Seven elderly
they examine, and recognize in their eyes the total ignorance question. You get a lump in my throat when recognized by their eyes that they were not helpful. Through these eyes shining bright yellow and knows that his next attack will be the last. Seven
fingers will point incalculable age, when their voices are cruel to rule his death a hidden door opens with a snap.
-Alto. Bajadlo. "says a voice rontunda the elderly.
King was standing a few feet of the wise men, and that's when the murderer, tied to the stone column begins to remember as a force invisible left on the ground. Damn, had been so close to getting their way ... But there it was. Vivo. The king, apollo wearily on a stick that seemed only decorative. With the head butt and wounds that will someday scars adorning his face and part of the head. Now that I remembered all prefer to have ended its life as soon as he had saved the dishonor of that error. Almost from birth he had been trained and guided to a single mission, had managed to infiltrate the past two years on the court. Serving higher charges, but could not ever see the king's face, always reluctant to show themselves in public ... Until recently more than a month. He had given his chance to show in public, leading to the moment that he was born. A destination. And had failed, just a hit and several inches of his victim, the king had dealt a blow to blind had reached the throat, apparently not enough to end his life, but to let a hiss by voice and constant taste of blood in his mouth. Seven elderly
are on one side and the king pulls up in front of stone column.
- Want to stop yourself, Your Majesty? - Sings an echo of old voices.
"No," the king .- Loose him!.
silence overtakes the room. The Wizards incredulous look at each other.
"I said" Start with a booming voice repeating "Let him solteis.
"But, but ... Your Majesty. This murderer not only tried to kill him, but he succeeded. By hitting him repeatedly with his poisoned weapons to seal his fate, but the unfortunate does not seem to know the dirty tricks that had been smeared with their weapons. My king, this filth we have here in front, to finish with your life! You can still walk and breathe, but he has accomplished his mission. Your Majesty, we do not ... you are more than eight or nine days of life.
The murderer smiles upon hearing the words appeared to be the oldest of the elderly. Now you can die with a clear conscience. Look superiority to the king when this is addressed to the hobble. But his eyes as salt dissolves in water when it unleashes the king himself, while he says, "I need your help, I have little time, and I would die ... before ... consult the library of your king .-
Both the elderly and the murderer they look puzzled, as the silence seemed to corrode the very walls and foundations of the room. An unspoken question around the room, and King, no stranger to this, he proceeds to answer:
-I have searched all the books that have fallen into my hands for decades, why so much blood has been spilled. Always found nothing. I have the hope that in that library, as I have heard the greatest of all that exists, is the answer. Before dying I want to know ... why this war. I think that somehow, if I find that answer, my life will have served some purpose ... Nothing
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