an equal certainty that this room and this palace were soon to be forÂever out of his life. He turned his back quickly and rushed out of the door not even taking the time to shut it.
It took him longer to reach Maraâs room this time beÂcause he took a longer, less-used route to reach her room. He didnât want anyone to see him packed and fleeing.
He rushed hurriedly into Maraâs room and asked breathÂlessly, âAre you ready?â
âYes,â she said. She then picked up the crying prince who had been abruptly awakened and cuddled him in her arms.
âShut him up,â ordered Vokar.
Mara tried rocking the baby lightly to abate its cries but no amount of rocking would quiet the child. The child was crying so loud and with such desperate fear that the guards stationed in a small room down the hallway from Maraâs quarters were alerted and they rushed to help their queen. The clanging of the guardâs swords warned Vokar that their flight might be stopped if he didnât hurry.
âLetâs go,â Vokar said and he pulled Mara out of her room. But Vokar was too late. The guards had already arrived when he dragged Mara out of the room. The guards stopped for a moment and stared at Vokar dragging Mara. But they were mistaken at what they saw. The scene that they saw was the scene of an abduction. The sacrilegious abduction of a queen and her babe. The guards mistakenly inferred this because as Mara was leaving her bedchamber she accidently shut the heavy bedchamber door on her cape. Vokar being rushed because the guards had arrived was pulling on Mara while he was simultaneÂously threatening to kill the child if Mara did not make it stop screaming. The almost comical scene, comical if it did not entail such serious consequences, was Vokar pulling the helpless queen behind him and threatening to kill the prince. Upon seeing such an act the guards, loyal to their queen to the death, instantly drew their broadswords and attacked Vokar. Vokar, however, was quick to act and almost immediately he turned his evil stare on the guards. No sooner had their eyes met the evil priestâs eyes than they came to a halt.
âMelt,â ordered Vokar. Mara looked at Vokar rather puzzled then looked at the guards to see what a strange order like Vokarâs would do.
Mara found herself surprised. The word was no sooner released from Vokarâs thin lips than a highly viscous black liquid began to ooze from the loyal guardsâ feet. Vokar smiled when he first saw it and then broke out into uproarious laughter.
âCome, letâs hurry,â he told Mara while he still laughed at his murderous ways.
âLetâs watch,â said Mara. Her eyes were ablaze with her lust for the macabre.
âNo, we must fly,â Vokar said. Then he grabbed Mara by her soft delicate arm and pulled her away leaving the men to become puddles of flesh, bone, and blood.
In their haste neither Vokar nor Mara looked carefully at the melting men. Had they looked with the careful attention, that should follow any deed of any consequence, they would have noticed that one of the rushing guards had not fallen into Vokarâs spell and thus was not melting onto the stone floor.
This very alive man was named Famad. He was a young warrior destined for an inconsequential life. He tended to lean toward the pusillanimous side of living and because of his timidity and meekness, he was saved from the tragedy that befell his brave comrades. His saving came about because when his friends were attacking Vokar, he lagged behind by feigning a sprained ankle. Because of this, he had not been caught by Vokarâs engulfing eyes, and therefore was not frozen by Vokar. He did not, howÂever, remain animated when Vokar ordered the halt of the other warriors, for he knew to do so would be either foolish or heroic and he could not perceive the difference in the obvious dichotomy. He did have a moment of
It took him longer to reach Maraâs room this time beÂcause he took a longer, less-used route to reach her room. He didnât want anyone to see him packed and fleeing.
He rushed hurriedly into Maraâs room and asked breathÂlessly, âAre you ready?â
âYes,â she said. She then picked up the crying prince who had been abruptly awakened and cuddled him in her arms.
âShut him up,â ordered Vokar.
Mara tried rocking the baby lightly to abate its cries but no amount of rocking would quiet the child. The child was crying so loud and with such desperate fear that the guards stationed in a small room down the hallway from Maraâs quarters were alerted and they rushed to help their queen. The clanging of the guardâs swords warned Vokar that their flight might be stopped if he didnât hurry.
âLetâs go,â Vokar said and he pulled Mara out of her room. But Vokar was too late. The guards had already arrived when he dragged Mara out of the room. The guards stopped for a moment and stared at Vokar dragging Mara. But they were mistaken at what they saw. The scene that they saw was the scene of an abduction. The sacrilegious abduction of a queen and her babe. The guards mistakenly inferred this because as Mara was leaving her bedchamber she accidently shut the heavy bedchamber door on her cape. Vokar being rushed because the guards had arrived was pulling on Mara while he was simultaneÂously threatening to kill the child if Mara did not make it stop screaming. The almost comical scene, comical if it did not entail such serious consequences, was Vokar pulling the helpless queen behind him and threatening to kill the prince. Upon seeing such an act the guards, loyal to their queen to the death, instantly drew their broadswords and attacked Vokar. Vokar, however, was quick to act and almost immediately he turned his evil stare on the guards. No sooner had their eyes met the evil priestâs eyes than they came to a halt.
âMelt,â ordered Vokar. Mara looked at Vokar rather puzzled then looked at the guards to see what a strange order like Vokarâs would do.
Mara found herself surprised. The word was no sooner released from Vokarâs thin lips than a highly viscous black liquid began to ooze from the loyal guardsâ feet. Vokar smiled when he first saw it and then broke out into uproarious laughter.
âCome, letâs hurry,â he told Mara while he still laughed at his murderous ways.
âLetâs watch,â said Mara. Her eyes were ablaze with her lust for the macabre.
âNo, we must fly,â Vokar said. Then he grabbed Mara by her soft delicate arm and pulled her away leaving the men to become puddles of flesh, bone, and blood.
In their haste neither Vokar nor Mara looked carefully at the melting men. Had they looked with the careful attention, that should follow any deed of any consequence, they would have noticed that one of the rushing guards had not fallen into Vokarâs spell and thus was not melting onto the stone floor.
This very alive man was named Famad. He was a young warrior destined for an inconsequential life. He tended to lean toward the pusillanimous side of living and because of his timidity and meekness, he was saved from the tragedy that befell his brave comrades. His saving came about because when his friends were attacking Vokar, he lagged behind by feigning a sprained ankle. Because of this, he had not been caught by Vokarâs engulfing eyes, and therefore was not frozen by Vokar. He did not, howÂever, remain animated when Vokar ordered the halt of the other warriors, for he knew to do so would be either foolish or heroic and he could not perceive the difference in the obvious dichotomy. He did have a moment of
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