city.”
Lucian briefly looks at the soldier, giving him a nod of approval before setting his gaze straight ahead once again. He doesn’t even bother to look around him, not even at the atrocities he and his army had just committed. He’s completely unfazed, almost as if this is routine. Horrified, i ask,
“How could you do this to these people?”
Lucian chuckles, “These people? You mean the ones who just sentenced you to death?” he scoffs, “You should be thanking me.”
I stop walking, taking a moment to process everything. He’s right, these people were going to kill me, he just killed them first… but… I look up. These were homes that were destroyed; I shift my gaze to the heaps of bodies – some of them were mothers, children... What about the innocent lives caught in the crossfire, I wonder? Were those who condemned me truly irredeemable?
“Who are you?” I ask.
Lucian pauses, and turns to face me,
"An old friend.” He says with a gentle voice as a smile cracks across his face, “I promise you, all of your questions will be answered once we return home. You need just come with me” He tries to grab my arm to pull me along, but I shrug him off.
“No… I need answers now.”
Lucian’s smile dissipates, his demeanor shifts as does his tone,
“Walk with me, or I drag you through the mud behind me like a pig.”
I stand my ground,
“Either give me answers or strike me down where I stand, because I will NOT walk any further.”
Lucian twists his face as he grabs the hilt of his sword… but then pauses. He releases his grip and composes himself once again. Either give me answers or strike me down where I stand, because I will NOT walk any further.”Lucian twists his face as he grabs the hilt of his sword… but then pauses. He releases his grip and composes himself once again.