I“Dremneltahn.” His voice is stern and solid. His soldiers waver in their stance as they look behind them to Selison but they don’t lower their weapons. “Relqo,” he seethes as he clenches his jaw. His soldiers immediately drop their weapons and kneel before him. The human soldiers lower their weapons slightly as everyone leans forward towards Selison. The reporters begin speaking frantically as some of the other people with cameras and phones give their own amateur commentary. He spends a few moments surveying the situation before looking down to his people. “Val?” He asks looking over his people. They all raise their heads to look up at him. Frightened, their faces ask questions but none of them are willing to speak. “Geb wekel hasind …show more content…
With a quick motion the president turns back to the camera and holds both her and Selison’s hand up to the crowd. “From this day forward, the Chaosns will be our welcomed guests. We will maintain a long lasting peace!” The crowd goes wild with joyous cheers forcing the reporters to nearly shout into their microphones. Before everyone relaxes completely though, Xasalamel appears on the wall a few feet away from the president and the king. The cheers are silenced as the two powers look over to the dapper man as he clears his throat. With all eyes on him he fixes his tie with his right hand as he holds a struggling person under his left. “Pardon me, but I found the man responsible for your assassination attempt” he says calmly as he tosses the man forward. A rough man in his late thirties lands in front of Selison’s feet. His right shoulder is busted along with both of his knees. He is wearing jeans with a red and black flannel that has one of the sleeves torn off and a white t-shirt underneath. On his feet are fairly plain running shoes. His mouth is gagged shut with the missing sleeve of the flannel. He struggles and squirms as Selison looks down to him. The king then crouches down to him. Without word he undoes the gag giving the man free speech. “I will not beg to some glorified canary,” the man hisses and then spits on Selison. Immediately Selison’s people rise to their feet and grab hold of their weapons
General Tulius, the Military. And it looks like the Thalmar are with him; damn elves, I bet they had something to do with this. This is Helgen... I used to be sweet on a girl from here. I wonder if Velod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in..." His voice suddenly became soft and pensive. "Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.."
She unbelts them. They jump to the ground, shake vigorously. They clamor to her side, muscles rippling through their long thin bodies, black fur glistening across their high legs. One sits on his hunches, awaiting her command. The other skips, ready to go. His eager tail wags fast and hard. He jumps to the General, his paws on the man’s chest trying to lick him. The warrior pushes him aside.
After a while... "Finally, there you are, but this is not what I had imagined." Samael manages to catch his companion in the act as he takes the life of a soldier that begs for his life.
“I’m taking Kasol personally. My brother and sister should be more than enough for whatever it brings with it. Plus, I have some friends that have been training with my sister since before the sun rose today. All together we will have five warriors ready to fight Kasol and its entourage.” Selison speaks with clear focus.
“Commander, please wait there has---” I want to say more, but at that moment, shots tear through the crowd. I lunge toward hi, unsure of what I can do to stop this?--but a hand grabs me by the arm, and twist it hard behind my back.
''No!'' Yelped Iris in obvious distress. ''Do something!'' She screamed, not that she really needed to say a thing as Caitlin was already in full doctor mode and she taking a closer look at her patient's others vitals.
Sya’s disbelief hardened into resolve at my bleak statement. “I don’t care how much weaker they are. I’m going to join them.” My eyes went as wide as saucers. “No, don’t! Please! The rebels don’t stand a chance, and I don’t want you to die! And think about all the servuses here. If the royal guard sees you associating with the rebels, everyone you knew here will be put under scrutiny, and it will never be forgotten, and all of us would lose any slim chance we had at escape.” Sya’s face fell. She pressed her lips together, and after a few moments spoke again. “I know. No one moral has ever usurped the Icaenan monarchy successfully. Do you know where the word servus comes from? The Ancient Language. That’s how old the Rang system is. But I’ve heard this rebellion’s plan.
"Did you see what happened?" A soldier asked, the loudness of shaking iron deafening his words.
The Speaker of the House then lowered his standers to meet those of the President. After a conversation that went as follows:
Xion entered the Gray Room, surprised to see Saïx leaning on the back wall talking to Axel. She approached them. "Good morning, Axel!" Xion greeted.
“Oh come on Mar, it's not dangerous. There's literally nothing down here,” whispered Kai as she continued walking, and Martin sighed, slowly taking another step down.
Even though I was not running that day of the big 2017 Stockbridge Invitational, I had butterflies in my stomach. I was probably just about as nervous as the others on my team.
London watched Maureen Frost fidget with the strap of her purse for as long as she could stand. Miss Frost’s face looked like a bleached catcher’s mitt—wrinkled, worn, and very pale. Her hair was frayed and her fingernails were yellowed and hardened into talons. London chastised herself for judging. She’d noticed Miss Frost’s appraisal of her when they’d met. Her eyes had widened at the sight of London’s pink hair and facial piercings. She probably thinks I’m as odd looking as I think she is, London thought.
“Hal rom kvel Darlockh?!” Selison asks aggressively. The language of these people is the one that Darlockh was using. A loud sigh echoes throughout the room.
“My Queen, the...the Royal advisor and his men have blown the east and west barricades of the Temple…them…” I hear a nervous young warrior stutter behind me and my blood rushes.