Wednesday, May 30, 2012

The Conquered, Part 7: Last Mistake


I pulled the arrows from my chest with my own hands.  You should have sent soldiers after me, to make sure I was dead.  But the vengeance of my people won’t let me die until you are repaid.  My wounds are deep; they may kill me, but not until you’re dead.  

My own soldiers found me, unconscious, clinging to a limb of a dead tree.  They promised to fight with me.  That’s true loyalty.  But you wouldn’t know what that is.  You haven’t had to bleed to save another.

I am coming for you, my master.

Do you remember fear?

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