A Warrior's Redemption (The Warrior Kind)

I turned my attention to the voice's owner and saw the robed figure from the citadel, who had tortured Treorna. Every fiber in my being united in that instant in an overwhelming desire to see this man, if you could call him that, utterly destroyed.

Meeting my stare and seemingly taking great amusement from what he saw there he leaned forward and tauntingly said, "Yes, I know you hate me. How helpless you must feel, almost as helpless as poor dear Treorna was. She begged for me to kill her in the end, crushed by the fact that her God did not come to her rescue. I of course had to heed her request. So I cut out her heart, while she recanted of her treasonous betrayal of the sacred trust bestowed on her as a high priestess."

I lunged for him a guttural roar passing through my lips. My fingers narrowly missed the fabric of his clothes, as I reached for him through the bars. He stepped back from my cage laughing uproariously at my attempt to grab him.

His cold lifeless eyes flickering their disdain for me reminded me of a snake. He spoke again, "Don't worry Roric, the headache you've caused us will soon be over, but first what do you say to a little entertainment? Oh by the way the name's Marfoul, the author of your demise and all you hold dear." He said, as he did a mock bow in front of me.

Marfoul rose from his bow cockily and then pranced away from me towards the crowd gathered on the cliff top overlooking the canyon. "Good people of the Zoarinian Uplands, loyal friends of the cities of the Plain, hear my words."

The crowd ceased their muttering as they turned all their attention to the devilishly commanding figure in front of them. "These citizens that stand before you are spies of our hated nemesis, the Valley Landers."

Boos erupted from the crowd.

"Yes, yes I know it's hard for me to believe too, that people such as these could make their home in our midst under the pretense of being loyal citizens, while all the while they were plotting our demise behind our backs."

Roars of anger erupted from the crowd, who pushed against the guards holding them back from the Kurt family, who were arrayed along the cliff's edge.

"Should we offer them forgiveness for their trespasses and let them go?" Marfoul asked.

Shouts of 'No kill them!' erupted from the crowd.

Marfoul shrugged his shoulders and glanced at me his eyes sparkling with mischief, "What can I say, the people have spoken. Who am I to say otherwise?"