know your dreams are true?â Mara asked sarcastically.
âMy dreams never lie,â Vokar said so coldly that Mara wished she had not asked.
âYes, yes, itâs true your dreams never lie,â Mara said. She didnât know why she even questioned it. âSo, do the same to him as you did to Tenen,â Mara said half impatiently and half-afraid.
âI cannot. He is the only man in the world who can fight my demands,â Vokar answered frantically. He paced the room as a tiger paces in his cage.
Mara now realized the importance of the situation and asked, âWhat are you going to do?â
âRun, run until my powers can overcome him so Iâll be able to crush the life out of him with my eyes,â Vokar answered viciously.
âThen I shall run with you, for I will not be able to see his face again until it is severed from his body,â Mara said in a tense voice.
Vokar stopped pacing and looked at her. Maraâs flowing black hair was draped over her bare shoulders and her blue eyes looked as innocent as a baby markâs. Vokarâs heart softened a little as he looked at her innocent face and her young lithe body. He thought to himself how she was the first and only woman that he had ever wanted for his own. Was it because she was beautiful? Or was it because she shared in his ambition? Even the most ambitious man needs to share that ambition with someone for it to be worth anything. Whatever it was he was happy she suggested that she go along. It showed that her feelings, no matter how perverted, were for him.
âPack your things, for we shall flee tonight,â Vokar ordered Mara.
âYes, and give me time to get the child ready for the trip,â Mara said as she jumped out of bed.
âLeave him,â Vokar commanded.
âNo, I cannot,â Mara said with the determination of a she-wolf guarding her cub. How strong the motherâs instinct is! It even shone through the evil that had engulfed Mara.
âAll right take him then, but remember, if he slows us down the slightest, I will strike him dead,â Vokar said.
âHe will not slow us,â Mara said. She began packing a small pack for she knew the escape was going to be on markback. There was no other way to escape Zenak.
âI will meet you here in your room in fifteen minutes,â Vokar said, for he had to pack up himself. Vokar rushed back to his room avoiding any eyes that might see him.
Back in his room Vokar was putting together all his scrolls of sorcery and legends when a vision once again appeared to him. The vision had Zenak chained to a cross with the princeâs heartless body at the kingâs feet. Vokar smiled at this vision for now he felt that this flight was only a temporary sidetrack that Destiny herself had decided upon. Then he finished his packing and loaded his scrolls into a leather pack. Before leaving he stopped to look at his room. He had been raised here and this room had been his for the entire forty-eight years of his life. Even Vokar looked with a little bit of nostalgia at the scribbling on the wall next to the door that he had done when he was a child. It said: If only I knew where I was from and from whose womb I had been taken before I was sent here.
Vokar had been born on a certain day under a certain star at a certain time. The priests had waited for a child to be born on that day and that time for many years. And when Vokar was born the priests declared a holiÂday and proclaimed that the greatest of all priests had been born. So Vokar was taken from his family, farmers living on the outskirts of town, and raised by the priests. His family was murdered two days after he had been taken away. Nobody ever knew why, but there was some speculation that the priesthood did it so the family could never reveal themselves to Vokar. Vokar knew that he would never see this room or the palace again. He was certain that the world would be his, but he had
âMy dreams never lie,â Vokar said so coldly that Mara wished she had not asked.
âYes, yes, itâs true your dreams never lie,â Mara said. She didnât know why she even questioned it. âSo, do the same to him as you did to Tenen,â Mara said half impatiently and half-afraid.
âI cannot. He is the only man in the world who can fight my demands,â Vokar answered frantically. He paced the room as a tiger paces in his cage.
Mara now realized the importance of the situation and asked, âWhat are you going to do?â
âRun, run until my powers can overcome him so Iâll be able to crush the life out of him with my eyes,â Vokar answered viciously.
âThen I shall run with you, for I will not be able to see his face again until it is severed from his body,â Mara said in a tense voice.
Vokar stopped pacing and looked at her. Maraâs flowing black hair was draped over her bare shoulders and her blue eyes looked as innocent as a baby markâs. Vokarâs heart softened a little as he looked at her innocent face and her young lithe body. He thought to himself how she was the first and only woman that he had ever wanted for his own. Was it because she was beautiful? Or was it because she shared in his ambition? Even the most ambitious man needs to share that ambition with someone for it to be worth anything. Whatever it was he was happy she suggested that she go along. It showed that her feelings, no matter how perverted, were for him.
âPack your things, for we shall flee tonight,â Vokar ordered Mara.
âYes, and give me time to get the child ready for the trip,â Mara said as she jumped out of bed.
âLeave him,â Vokar commanded.
âNo, I cannot,â Mara said with the determination of a she-wolf guarding her cub. How strong the motherâs instinct is! It even shone through the evil that had engulfed Mara.
âAll right take him then, but remember, if he slows us down the slightest, I will strike him dead,â Vokar said.
âHe will not slow us,â Mara said. She began packing a small pack for she knew the escape was going to be on markback. There was no other way to escape Zenak.
âI will meet you here in your room in fifteen minutes,â Vokar said, for he had to pack up himself. Vokar rushed back to his room avoiding any eyes that might see him.
Back in his room Vokar was putting together all his scrolls of sorcery and legends when a vision once again appeared to him. The vision had Zenak chained to a cross with the princeâs heartless body at the kingâs feet. Vokar smiled at this vision for now he felt that this flight was only a temporary sidetrack that Destiny herself had decided upon. Then he finished his packing and loaded his scrolls into a leather pack. Before leaving he stopped to look at his room. He had been raised here and this room had been his for the entire forty-eight years of his life. Even Vokar looked with a little bit of nostalgia at the scribbling on the wall next to the door that he had done when he was a child. It said: If only I knew where I was from and from whose womb I had been taken before I was sent here.
Vokar had been born on a certain day under a certain star at a certain time. The priests had waited for a child to be born on that day and that time for many years. And when Vokar was born the priests declared a holiÂday and proclaimed that the greatest of all priests had been born. So Vokar was taken from his family, farmers living on the outskirts of town, and raised by the priests. His family was murdered two days after he had been taken away. Nobody ever knew why, but there was some speculation that the priesthood did it so the family could never reveal themselves to Vokar. Vokar knew that he would never see this room or the palace again. He was certain that the world would be his, but he had
Similar Books
