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I remembered when my parents were in a similar situation as I find myself as my friends. My and my sister visited them for the last time, hoping this was all a misunderstanding.
That Dantino had not really taken over the castle. Yet after father's remains were sent across the region, and we saw mother's head was on a spike on the castle walls, there was no longer any real doubt. I began to become hardened since then, even perhaps coming to terms with the eventual fact that we might be found again.
It was our poor maid, just our age that helped us escape, and move to this new town. I've never worn wooden shoes before. Or eaten ape-goat steaks.
I remembered when the maid was sent to the head mans block, I always pictured her wooden shoes trembling forever, until she slowly lowered her neck for the drop. It gave me night terrors until my early twenties, visions that would never go away. Dantino seemed omnipresent, almost as if he had the blessing of the eyes of the gods himself.
"Will our heads be on pikes too?" I asked.
"You women will, men? God help you!" Dantino's assistant said, who glared at Nadine, "you look enough like a woman, I can take a small token of your appreciation for a beheading instead of a quartering." Nadine pictured herself blowing the knight, the thought of which made her want to vomit.
"Thanks, but no thanks. You smell like rotten fish." Nadine said.
The assistant to Dantino exited the hallway. It was Malcolm that called us together. "I have a plan." But Nadine had a song of her own, playing in her head:
Somewhere, something, watching,
In a room, far away,
Somewhere, lurking, everywhere.
Watching, for the night.
Malcolm and Rassie led the group. "I don't trust Nadine to lead the pack, she'll just mess something up with her own lust and desires, like allow Millie to get caught, and beheaded on a chopping block again."
Nadine was still singing:
for the night
to come ...
It is watching, watching,
Beyond the door.
"I would guillotine gun you if I had one." said Rassie.
"And I can warp in one, watch your tongue." I saw Malcolm use his magical powers to warp in a wand that fires decapitation blades. He breaks the bars open in the prison cell for us.
We rushed out of the prison. It was Malcolm that continued to shoot the guards heads off. He cackled as he saw there neck pipes squirt with blood. Squirt, squirt, squirt. Bhahaha!
Rena eventually called for a air ship.
It was filled with a platoon of what she called her dream-scanner platoon. Her evil eye lit if like red fury. I heard an expression less demonic voice. They called this technology, but I didn't really know what this word meant.
"What are they doing here?" asked Malcolm.
"They are our only hope." said Rassie.
"Traitor." said Malcolm to Rassie.
"Jesus, you should say." said Rassie, who tossed herself off the ship. "You guys gone on without me, I'll hold them off as long as I can."
"Rassie! No!" I saw Nadine hand reach out, to try to save her new friend. As she did not want another life to be on her hands again, like poor I had been in a previous life.
"Farewell friends, for it is only a game."
It was the next day, Rassie was released from prison. She was sent to the court yard, and climbed the steps. The headsman ripped open her shirt. She slowly placed her neck upon the block. As she stared into the basket, fear at first came over her. Then realized it was one less soldier working on Tanner's side. She had won.
A sound of metal cutting bone. Blood squirt.
Sound of her head crashing.