“Shut up,” one of his
guard said pushing him further.
These guys were not here
to laugh and Kamaril could see that but that didn't tame his
curiosity. He had seen those face before. The one in the boxes, he
had met them before. They took a turn, it wasn't a corridor, it was a
large room and it was completely filled with those boxes.
“Are they dead?”
Kamarial asked.
“Shut up!” the guard
said again.
“Come on, I'm just
asking,” Kamaril said.
They pushed him on the
floor and he felt on his knees. His trousers already tainted with
stains of blood and dirt cushioned the fall a bit but Kamaril still
complained before looking up.
There wasn't one master,
there was three of them.
“So I guessed right,
you are the guys who organised the fight, I have to thank you for
that, see I'm one of those who made it alive,” Kamaril said
smirking.
He wasn't scared of them,
not like his guard, he was feeling good actually now that he could
see who he was to fight with. Those three didn't lift a finger
earlier they just ran away when the cave started to fall. Damn he
should have done the same, he still wondered why he had come back. It
seemed that something was calling him here, something speaking to his
water power, something resonating with them and he could still feel
it from here.
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