Toris: A Short Story

Syd cocked her head. “I shouldn’t have killed her.” Syd looked at Tizbeth. “She was a girl. Probably didn’t want to be there.”

"We know certainly in the Valley of the Queens, from previous work we've done, that individuals were often buried

“I never knew him. He’s been dead for years.” The bitterness in his voice ushering in the silence that envelops them. Gilbert steps forward cautiously, wrapping his arm around Matthew’s waist, pulling him back into his embrace. Matthew leans back into Gilbert, anger slowly edging away.

Arthur took two deep breaths, praying that would help him feel a little less dizzy, and he entered the chamber. Before daring to look at Mithian, he asked, “Shall I bolt the door?”

"Someone abandoned her. They were going to put her to sleep, but no one here had the heart to do it."

“I just don’t want there to be any issues,” Julia said to no one in particular. They were alone in the waiting area, Garman realized. All the other couples had already gone, and evening was approaching quickly.

Torien had left taken them to the other side of the dungeon. He showed them a secret door in the cells and they used that as their means of escape. Outside the at the entrance Naberius had arrived.

“Toki, you are grieving. Now’s not a good time to see her body. Yongrui said she doesn’t look peaceful. We cannot pray with her until he has put her in a more respectful position.” One of the nuns said, tears streaming down her face.

“So we’re taking him to Paolo? You sure about this? Does he know we’re bringing a new guy?” He held onto the inside of the door, the metal cold against his skin, as they took a tight turn towards their destination, the local prison.

No one had been in there since they laid his body to rest, so it was somewhat alarming. Also this cell was on the opposite side of the main room from them.

Shaeva smiled, “You wouldn’t be the first. It is quite simple however, bury me with all of my possessions. It is the most I can trust Andrastians with, as there is no Seer to see to my departure.”

“Why on Earth would you want our son to die?” Mariel asked without a moment of hesitation.

The iron halls were silent, even the harsh bootsteps of the condemmed man didn't shatter the uneasy silence, the grim face. Ussally shielded by the insincire smile of the mask he always wore, the pericing Gold Eyes the only sign of a determined soul, with the rest of his face being henpecked by the smallest scars, slashed across his chin like a small medal of honor and the frown above them's sincerty incredibly clear, one of the armoed guards idly musing to himself that he'd never seen the infamous Tiburón look nervous until now. Throwing open the heavy metal door, him and his fellow guard almost instantly threw the sinewy "revolutionary" into the cold integoration room. Manging to catch the ground almost instantly, Tiburón turned around with

He woke up to the sounds of prison, the guards waking up the prisoners. He still fealt numb from the night before and was in drastic need of a coffee. Even if coffee could do nothing for his body, he was desperate to release his brain from the pounding headache that was brought by the sensory overload and sleep deprivation.

“If you don’t give me the stone, all five of you’ll end up in that hole. It’ll look like a terribly accident, and I’ll be the most pitiful mourner of them all.”