Order of the Tainted Shade

Conversation with a Shade

"Farg."

Farg awoke instantly. "Who's there? Who trespasses in my quarters?"

"Does it really matter who i am?"

"It does. My sword demands an answer," the King spoke with authority.

"You do not even see me, Warrior King. Besides, you may want to save the swordplay for your betrayer."

Farg laughed heartily.

"You would laugh at me? You are a fool!" The omninous red glow in the room deepened into the color of blood.

"You are the fool. No one would dare betray me. My anger is the sharpest blade in all the worlds."

"Ah, but your dear Counselor, Deacon, has chosen another pathway."

"Explain yourself, He Who Hides When He Speaks," the king said, anger sharpening his voice.

"Deacon, has raised the banner of Navarre and of Balance."

"What is that to me? I allowed Deacon to leave us. I have no fear that he will come after me."

"You still miss the point. Navarre's followers abhor the undead. Some of your most loyal are undead and drinkers of blood."

Stunned for a moment, the King recovered. "This is true. Still I do not believe he would raise arms againt us, His brothers."

"You underestimate fervor. And the zeal of the Balancers."

"Anyone who attacks my soldiers shall perish. And you, your time of hiding in front of my eyes is over." Farg lunged up, swinging his sword in the direction of the voice. His sword slice nothing but air. The light faded, and the room was empty.

"Who was that," Farg wondered, "and why did he sound so familiar."

Posted by Farg at April 11, 2005 09:29 PM