The Kingsman turns, eyeing him furiously.
“I want to see the king. Tell him, I’m ready to speak.”
The Kingsman looks back to his partner and says, “What did the Seeker do to him?”
His partner shrugs his shoulders. “Whatever he did, we should tell him to do it to all of them, so we do not have to hear their screams.”
The Shadow watches them walk away, baffle.
“Scream all you like, for they’ll never hear you.” He looks to the dark figure, who vanishes into the shadows. He shuffles backward on his feet into the wall, sliding down mystify. He rolls his head to the side, focusing on peaceful and loving memories, rather than his predicament.
Shortly after, he hears the sound of bars moving and looks forward, seeing Second Commander Herbert, along …show more content…
“The King wants the head intact for his wall.”
“I’ll do my best to accommodate the king’s wishes.”
“You’ll not try, you’ll do as the king commands,” Tocharian says with authority.
The Kingsman shoves the Shadow’s face onto the warm head block with the fresh blood of the last still on it. They finished chaining his arms and are now holding down his legs.
The executioner hands the long sword to another and receives a sword with a double edge blade. “If the king doesn’t mind, I like to use a different weapon on him.”
Tocharian nods in agreeance.
The executioner then taps the tip of his blade across the Shadow’s neck. At that very moment, all movement in the room cease.
The Shadow closes his eyes when hearing the whistling sound the blade made, as it swung above him in one quick motion.
The executioner extended his arms fully above him, swinging down with the same force.
“Wait!” a Kingsman shouts from behind Tocharian.
The executioner stops mid-swing with all eyes turning to the one that spoke.
“What is the meaning of this?” Tocharian thunders, turning to the Kingsman with copper color hair. “What gives you the authority to interrupt an …show more content…
He grins from ear to ear, swinging the light blade into the air. He has never held a weapon exquisitely made.
“Executioner…we’re ready,” an impatient Tocharian said with his arms cross.
The executioner glances to him, before looking back down to the Shadow. He curves his enthusiasm and replaces it with a stone-like appearance-unemotional-business like. He repeats his routine; touching the blade to the Shadow’s neck.
The Shadow’s breathing intensifies. He hears the swishing of the blade as it flew past his head, and could feel their stares, searing into his flesh. He fastened his eyes close, feeling his heartbeat echoing in his ears. The blade swings down, causing a chill to sweep over him. He makes a fist, readying himself for the inevitable, when all of a sudden he heard a loud bang, accompany by turmoil and panic.
He raises his head, seeing the pandemonium that has taken place, and realizes the banging sound he heard were the enchanted chains falling from his wrist. He quickly turns to his back, startled by the sight of the executioner, frozen like a stone above him in mid-swing. He rolls off the block, onto one of the Kingsman that held his legs, who is now lying unconscious on the