Unchained, Chapter 63

Underneath the stony grounds, right inside the torture cell, the poor soul of the Varish’s great reader is held in chains

Taking rough breaths in just to spit them out in shattered gasps like sounds. Hands behind the chair whilst he faced the metallic door, by each side stood a knight staring down this so-called criminal

He continued to take his heavy breaths open jawed, messing most of his hair, chunks of flesh torn out, his feet sank in a blood pool made of his own

Wounds were covered in burn meant to stop the bleeding

His eyes half closed stared those shiny armours in front of him

From his preceptive everything went dark, a rope in that abyss was tight, pulled from each side never to end, it suddenly ripped apart

The Great reader Brone spit out a scream of agony starling the knights before him, his eyes spoke of light once more

“What the!” said the first “Is he dying,” not a thought of what was happening came to their mind

“We can’t have him do such a thing on our watch!” said the second “Quickly! Check if any wound is open”

He suddenly fell into deep slumber

From his body two grey of colour creatures of shadows pushed through, back first as their head followed after, the knights seemed not to be able to see such things until they stepped down fully

They looked to be some disfigured short elves, with tall eras and huge eyes, covering their important parts with some clothes, heads down with sharp teethes cutting a smile through their faces

“Look out—” said the first before his neck echoed a crack, followed by him falling down

Laughter came from them as the other fell cold as well facing the same fate

They continued to grin hideously pulling and pushing the door trying to get as much attention as they could

“Stop I already heard the screams I am coming” said a guard sprinting with couple of keys in hand

“Oh my god!!” he shouted seeing the dead men from the barred window, with shaking hands he forced him elf to open this tomb

The little monsters were already waiting for him, one flat on his stomach worked as a tool forcing the guard face down, the other jumped on his back pulling the hair violently revealing his neck

“What, who is there! release me at once!!” said the guard before the first stepped before him, holding the dead knight’s sword

He laughed in front of him leaving the poor man speechless, slowly he reached with the cold sharp edge towards the neck

“Wait, no, pls wait, you can’t—” he shocked on his own blood as the tiny monsters searched his body trying the keys on the chained Reader

Click!

The lock opened allowing these shadow’s born to roam free in the underground, they went from one cell to the other luring in guards and taking care of them

The cell of Lord Varyon was left open, he dragged the chains behind him taking the keys out of the corpses and managing an escape

His eyes fixed on the stairs with a single thought in mind he walked up leaving the cold dungeons behind

In no time the only one to be of the living was the reader, they came back to him, they took a tooth with a mysterious letter carved into it out of his mouth

The moment he held it palm open the little things burnt into dust alongside it

After disappearing the reader woke up to the cold reality

“What? What had happened! Where I’m I?” he asked before looking down

“What the—” he fell to his back pushing the chair with him, his face drenched in blood, the room was covered in red that pushed its way through both his and their bodies

Stepping over them he checked out the miserable state of his, each movement brought him some amount of pain he did not remember

“How long did I stay under the spell—augh!!”

The place was decorated in corpses with their own blood to serve as the sole colour used in this painting

Supported by the walls he walked towards the stairs saying

“This should have paid the price, my ticket to the new world has been paid. I am, Alive!” his gaze was one of a maniac,

A little spark came out of his pupil as it started to duplicate itself

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There underneath the reflected moon light, the nobles continued to speak in whispers, some dying of hunger choose to just swallow whatever their stomachs could hold, others were hesitant for so

“I wasn’t able to meet you for the past couple of days” said Rembya the princess to Torden who walked beside her

“You know, things happened, but now I think they are being resolved so don’t worry about it” said Rembya

“I might disagree on that” replied Torden

“Why so?” asked Rembya “I mean, you must’ve heard or seen it, The Vikings were the ones to arrange the attack” said Rembya staring him with hands behind her back before gazing forwards

She then proceeded to finish her speech saying “And with the one who brought them being of the Varish, father must have took some info out of him and is willing to share it with the public”

“The problem is that if it is true what you just said” said Torden “Then we cannot trust the security in here anymore,” his first turned cold and emotionless reaching for the next line

“You know, with what happened by the pit”

her fingers wrapped over each other, held up by her dress right in front of her, she stared the ground bellow and said “I… My apologies. I forgot about it all”

“Forgot as in did not care?” asked Torden

“No not like that” said Rembya trying to explain herself “I meant that with how cheerful you looked, the horrifying scene from the other must’ve have been flushed out”

“So, you think I would just forget the death of my mother in less than a week, and thought that an apology will be meaningless” replied Torden cold gazed

“I did not mean it like that! I did not wish to bring it up in this situation” said Rembya her voice filled with desperation

“So, after all what happened, without even thinking about it you think I’d just fall into your trap once more?” asked Torden as her face started to pale

She moved forward wishing for a close physical reaction and spoke saying “No, no, no I did not do any trapping—” he raised his index finger cutting a line between him and her

Her hands fell down, so did her face, Torden breaking the silence asked

“What is it you wish for? Do you think with these acts you will gain power over your older brother? This is just sad, for I hold nothing in my house yet, and I wish to keep it that way”

She did not respond her head down

Torden continued pushing her and spoke

“What pushes you this far, I can see the blood dripping from your mouth, must’ve been hard taking care of it all, the skin, the hair, the dressing”

She hurried with her hand checking her lips, but none was there

“Got you!” said Torden with a hysterical smile leaning down to her eye level, right there he was the true monster

“So, you indeed are not perfect, I already knew that though, is just needed to inform you of such” said Torden she looked up at him, her eyes forcing the tears back

“For that none is perfect your annoying voice, your fake smile, your walk trying to embody the prefect princess. This is no fantasy story”

She then proceeded to gasp for air, as she whatever she could from tears

“I…I am, I…” gasping between each word she spoke

“Don’t!” said Torden staring her down “Don’t you dare to play the fake tears on me, I wore one of my own for most of my childhood, and from that experience I learned how to see other’s”

“So, tell me, what is it that pushes you this hard?” asked Torden

Both gasps and tears came to a stop, she slowly rubbed her eyes staring back at him

“Okay” she said “Want to know why i am wearing this thick of skin? Don’t be surprised, but I don’t like it either”

Torden slowly remembered something

“Yes, it is the thing I almost spilled out by the pit” said Rembya “I am forced into such things, same as you are, you think it is easy trying to catch up to my mother being the closest to her in looks?”

“You think the perfection my father keeps day dreaming about it embodied into reality without any harm?”

Torden was left speechless, although not affected, he did not have a hint of affection towards her nor her story

“Here is the secret, Lord Torden” said Rembya “My father is a demon, one whom I despise,”

“So, you don’t fear your father after all of this?” asked Torden

“No, he is drowning in his own fears already, being afraid of hi would be a lie” said Rembya

“Then how is fear driving you into such a state?” asked Torden not believing in her story

“Wishing to get at him one day” said Rembya “For if I do not stay at his good side, I would never reach such a goal, for that he will forever be worry of me”

“Now,” said Rembya staring down once more “If you’ll excuse me” she stood silent awaiting him to leave, and so he did, walking back to the party, once he reached the light he was hit by the other one

The third daughter of the king rushed pushing him, tears raining from her eyes as she ran towards the dark to hide them

He looked before him to see his brother standing there

“A lady’s heart has been broken” said Torden “You are such a strong guy”

“I want nothing to do with this bloodline” replied Fraymon sipping from his glass of water

“I wish that this was not what you said to her” replied Torden staring at the dark hallway before him

“And how did yours go?” asked Fraymon

“Better then yours, I managed to take out somethings while keeping it clean” said Torden

“And what did you achieve?” asked Fraymon

“It is better not to discuss such things in here” said lord Kailer standing behind them

“You keep startling me with those quite footsteps of yours” said Fraymon jumping out of his place

“Now that you took care of what bothered you” said Lord Kailer “We can focus on the important stuff”

“Like what?” asked Fraymon

“Like that” said lord Kailer pointing at the stairs on the other side

Down stepped the king guarded by his Sigel Knight of grey, His face crumbling over the weight of his stress. By his side stood the price Rafam sharp eyed

The crowd went silent, they awaited this moment for long enough, the night when the king speaks of what had happened