M'lord Conan,
'An important message is waiting for you outside this hall. I beg you hear it directly from the wretches mouth for what I heard left even me speechless.' declares the kings scribe Mordred with obvious venom. The King simply looks at the scribe puzzled and gives Morded a polite nod.
The door to the great hall opens and a young beaten Aqualonian boy enters the hall held by the arms by two burly Black Dragon guards each as menacing as the other. Trickles of blood run down the legs of the boy, the signs of whiplash evident across every visible part of his anatomy and the suggestions of foul play to parts unseen.
The King's polite air turns into one of anger like a storm quickly brewing over the situation but before he asked what the hell his loyal scribe meant by bringing such violence into his hall the boy was slapped across the face by the pale hand of Morded.
'Kneel before your King, I trust you still have a droplet of sanity in you traitorous head!'
An almighty roar echoes through the Kings chamber its source, the King, its aim towards violence bestowed upon the boy. Like a beaten dog Mordid retreats several steps and the two fierce looking guards drop the floor, kneeling before their King, all vestiges of bravery forgotten. The frail frame of the young boy drops to the floor like a dead weight, his head slightly rises the to the Kings feet but not daring to behold the sight of royalty.
'The boy is a traitor my lord, He watched as his kin, guarding the Prison Colony in Thunder River, were each murdered before his very eyes, dishonoring his brothers in arms.....' spat Mordid, but before he could say another word could he is silenced by a stare. The King addresses the boy asking him to speak plainly.
'I er.... I saw' stumbles the boys, his speech hindered by droplets of blood oozing from his mouth.
' I mean to say m... m.. my lord that I was asked to fetch a barrel of food from the edge of the camp, away from t... the direct sight of the tents. Upon my return my my limbs froze my Lord. I physically was not able to m... move my lord! I heard a voice in my head! It spoke kind words to me, telling me I will be saved but that I... that I must bare witness to what is about to happen. I could not even shut my eyes my lord! Then I heard.... I heard... I heard her! The one the men call the Raven of Death...' The boy whispers, the signs of mortal fear welling in his eyes.
'She moved so fast!... The men.... the men did not even have time to scream. All were slaughtered, throats slit before my very eyes and yet I could not turn my head from this sight! S... She killed them all in cold blood, my friends!' the boy declares in a cold rage.
“T... then he came the a wanderer wearing an insignia of a lion on his light chest armour, a black cloak in his wake m... my lord. He... He was followed by a host of northern Cimmerian's. T...the voice whispered in my ear. It told me 'he comes Caspian the wanderer and Clan Fearghal' H.. He sent that vile Raven to murder the guard protecting the Prison Island that lies within Thunder River!.”
'Before I was able to take control of my body t... the voice revealed its self to the company. It... it was Lord Zethrion my lord! The Fearghal Clan tried to kill him on s... sight but his power held them at bay. H... he spoke words of warning to them. I... I think a member of the Clan had been s... sentenced to dwell in the colony m... my lord. It... it was a rescue attempt. He ordered her to k... kill all simply to c... to cover up the attempt!' spat the boy, more blood dropping from his mouth.
'I could not hear all of what was being said b.. but I think I heard... the Master Zethrion say something about the bridge being.. rigged... rigged to blow unless he accompanied one... one the female warriors first. So they the pair departed down to the colony ahead of the raid p... party. Then minutes l... later the rest dissipated into the depths of Prison and control of my body was given back to m.. me'
'The Black D... Dragon and the court d... did not believe I had n... no control over my body my Lord! N... nor do they believe o... or want to believe that Master Z... Master Zethrion had made a.. an appearance that evening' whimpers the young boy.
The King's gaze slowly rises up from the sight of the boy, his threatening temper gaining strength with every second.
That evening the broken, limbless bodies of two Black Dragon Guards could be seen smeared across the path of the Slums below the high open windows of the Kings throne room.
Written by Caspian after a series of events involving the Clan Fearghal and the House of Asgard.
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