by J Silverado
The guards are preparing for the clash and then the guardian attacks, removing a club that was in his waist. The first to face it was a forward who had a sword in each hand. Galaniel struck with the right sword and, finding the shell guardian, tried with his left, hit his abdomen with a horizontal straight motion rejected by Galaniel mace.
Taking advantage of the gap, the shot striking the guard with the face of the shell, sending him flying back and hit the gate of the temple. The other guards run up to Galaniel, hitting with his mace in the hand of a warrior wielding an ax, causing it to drop, it avoids the boom bionte attack, subsequently holding the side of the boom and removing it from the hand opponent, plunges it into a nearby tree. The last guard takes an arrow from the quiver, bow and gun your shoots the keeper, who barely has time to deflect the arrow from his chest with his shield. A second arrow is on the way, when Galaniel move your body to the left, but the arrow through his right arm. Before the opponent can shoot another arrow, the keeper flings his mace, hitting it right between the eyes warrior, falling unconscious. Galaniel break the tip of the arrow, leaving a few inches between the arm and the tip of the rod, causing the same to the back of the arrow, leaving the rod still within the arm to prevent bleeding. Collect the apple and opens the gate of the temple.
Inside, alerted by the noise of the fight, many warriors were already in the main hall. Galaniel looking down shaking his head, then part up of warriors, who caught off guard, barely has time to try to defend themselves.
The guardian, keeping in mind that the warriors are defending the temple in no time employs fatal blows, never taking his sword from its sheath, only the shield and the club do the work. The steel on wooden noise, punches and breaking bones reverberates through the room, however, the opponents are many and new ones arrive all the time, until, finally, the guardian ends up being dominated. “Let go of me! I need to talk to the board!” Also in blind fury, the guardian cries warriors, thrashing as the hold. His mace and shield lie on the floor, away from his arms, now locked rope, thrown by many warriors, with their highly secure tips. With the controlled confusion, appear Oltigar and the other members of the board. “Could only be a Guardian!” the leader said to the council. “How dare you disrespect the temple, Galaniel? Do not know that this is a holy place? Gone mad?” he continues with accusatory questions. “You know why I'm here, Oltigar, you know that my wife was chosen for this absurd law you approved. I doubt that there is no finger in your draw.” “What evidence do you have about this charge, guardian? It was pure chance the fate of his wife be chosen. God's will!” “It's interesting how the will of God is distorted to justify deaths and suffering of others, when, where, that speaks is comfortably away from the fight,” Galaniel returns. “I do not have to justify myself to you, guardian. I feel sorry for his wife have been drawn, but that's how things are, she will sacrifice for the good in common and the sooner you accept this, the better for you. Due to the damage caused and the warriors wounded, shall be imprisoned until the end of the call and will later be tried for their crimes,” the counselor determines.
Upon hearing the decision, Galaniel rebels and tries to escape, knocking two of the warriors who held him through the ropes until the mentales board conjure a spell and the guardian falls unconscious. Galaniel is tied from the neck down and transported to the dungeon. Once there, still unconscious, is untied and put to bed the cell and imprisoned. Your personal belongings and their weapons are stored in the warehouse of the dungeon.
In the highest room of crimson tower, the chosen are seen in all their desires, the best food and drink is served to them and the celebration will end only when the time is being taken.
Nirmiriel is thoughtful, looking for one of the windows, trying to identify the location of your home, from this distance, and his thought is always facing her husband. – Where will it be? What will be doing? I pray to God that is not coming into confusion to try to get me out. From what I've heard, there is no chance. Everyone here will actually be delivered to the devil, there's nothing you can do ... Not even him.
The mentale looks into the room and observes the other selected. A young farmer who was already drunk so much wine, a musician who was playing his banjo cheerfully, trying to get the attention of two concubines, a married woman, who was pierced with pain and sadness for not being with her son and husband.
A teenager who never make training for warrior if gorging food as if it had never tasted any of those dishes, and probably had not even and she, an experienced mentale, guardian of the Citadel wife, who planned to be a mother. Now all was past, her life was coming to an end and not be with the one she loved, she could. The anxiety that dominates Nirmiriel silently cry thinking about loved and lost everything.
Hours later, Galaniel wakes up in his cell, looks out the barred window and see it's already morning. “She will be taken soon, need to get out of here,” the guardian thinks, distressed by not knowing the time. Journal his clothes looking for something he can use. All his weapons and equipment were seized.
The bell tower chimes carmine for the first time, stating that the chosen are already on top of the tower and ready for collection. “Do Not! I have little time,” Galaniel exasperates. So he remembers the hidden compartment of his boot. “I hope they have not found, think, almost like a prayer. Look out of the cell, does he see approaching to anyone, removes the right boot and sticks his hand inside her, finding a small pocket on the left side. “Yes! Still here,” he thinks, pulling out a small bottle with a yellow liquid, oily consistency. Looking to silence, turns-by-side bed, creating a makeshift, safe barricade the bottle carefully in his right hand and prepares to throw it on the grill. “What not to miss my aim now,” whispers softly and throws the bottle toward the grid, immediately ducking behind the bed.
The bottle hit near grid lock and causes a loud explosion, bursting the door and pushing the bed up of the goalkeeper. Galaniel quickly jumps on the bed and leave the cell. Begins to run out of the court and reach the tower carmine.
The jailer appears in front of the keeper, who strikes a blow directly on the nose of the opponent, stunning and causing him to fall back fainted. Voices echo in the hallways, warning about trying to escape. Galaniel had climbed three flights of stairs when two guards appear in front of you. “Let me through!” the guardian requires. “Do not worry, you also do not agree with this draw. Do not seem to try to prevent it.”
The guardian nods in thanks and then punches the face of the guard who had spoken and kicks the chest of the second, collecting the shield and the spear that bore.
Arriving at the courtyard of the Citadel, looks at the sky and see, in the distance, black silhouettes emerging. - I need to go faster – he thinks, putting up running again.
The distance to the tower was three hundred meters and the tower had fifteen flights of stairs. When it comes to the tower gate is closed inside. Galaniel stick the tip of the spear in the hole of the door, forcing it open, but without success. Then, take the shell and begins to beat with its side near the hinges of the gate. The top hinge gives the third blow, but the others do not move.
No longer, Galaniel take away, put the shield in front of your body and part towards the gate. The bang is heard even in the council room. The gate falls apart into several pieces with the shield, and the guardian begins to rise, hastily, the flights of stairs. When in half, heard screams coming from the tower and speed step.
Upon reaching the top, gasping and exhausted, only have time to see Nirmiriel be taken by the last spectrum. “Do Not!” the guardian screams. “Release my wife, cursed demon!” The spectrum looks at the keeper and just loose a hysterical laugh. Galaniel drop both knees on the floor with arms raised in the air and his hands clenched fist, and shouted: “I will find you En, I will find you!” He keeps his head down as tears pour from her eyes. In this, something touches your left hand. It was the tie that Nirmiriel used to tie your hair. He looks at the loop and immediately looks at his wife in the spectrum claws.
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The eyes meet and the time seems to freeze for a moment. Then again, Galaniel repeats the phrase, whispering it as a prayer: "I'll find you."
Melina
In the dungeon known temple, Galaniel waited impatient for his audience, wanting soon clarify the situation and to rid Melina that sad end.
In another cell Toram was watching, fun, distress of the guardian. – You keepers are very predictable. I was sure it was better to take someone with you cared, than cause your order. Thus, it takes a lot more, and you suffer every moment equal to that other little boo who accompanied you. She also had the same purpose, no? – mocks the guard at the security of his cell. – On my honor, Toram, I will see life leave her eyes, holding it in my hands – responds with deep voice and full of hate, Galaniel, while looking at the guard wished she could reach him there. Toram, hearing the shot, feel the goose bumps and prefer to shut up.
A few hours later, with both in absolute silence, the jailer comes with two guards of the temple. They remove first toram, leading him toward the court, muttering that he was innocent. Only when the first defendant leaves the room, the guards come to escort Galaniel, who remained silent. He already knew the path, as often happened that way leading criminals to be judged. He didn’t imagine that the roles could be reversed once again.
Upon arriving at the court, Galaniel sees Toram sitting to the left edge of the dock. One of the guards approaches the guardian and says: – do not create confusion here, remember that already came here many times and knows to respect the site. – Do not try to give me sermons, Salfik, I already had served your function long before you could wield a weapon. Control that animal which sits in the corner and all is well – Galaniel answered, facing the bailiff that, bewildered, moved away and stayed near to Toram.
The court was located next to the tower in front of the main entrance. All in green granite, with fillets of a concentrated bluecolor, huge rectangular windows, barred and protected by reinforced marquees, with thick studded oak doors. That was one of the few facilities of the Citadel that Galaniel liked and respected because, for the most part, there the impartial justice was done. Four judges, one from each caste, thought quarrels and other situations requiring a definition. He had served that institution for five years and knew their processes.
Salfik hit the basis of his long spear on the ground three times and said solemnly: – all in walking distance. Honourable Judges of the temple, Kobat, Raelgi, Quilvak and Lenara step into the room. – After the judges sit, the bailiff knocks again with his spear, signaling everyone to sit down. Again, Salfik speaks: – where nine thousand three hundred twenty-two, the year of grace of Our Lord of thousand six hundred thirty-five in the second era. The Citadel vs. the forward Toram and the guardian Galaniel. – When they hear the name of the guardian, the judges looked at each other and Lenara, guardian Judge, interrupts the rite and says: – wait! Galaniel, come to the court center. – The Guardian gets up and walks to the center. The judge continued: – let everyone know that this defendant is a renowned warrior, a former member of the High Council has exercised this function court for many years and his word is not to be disputed. – Immediately thereafter the other judges they shake their heads in agreement. – Tell us why you're here! – he asks judge to Galaniel.
The Guardian reports the whole matter, seeking to be faithful to the events and finally ends by asking the judges: – is due to this account would ask the girl's release, which has nothing of guilt and to replace it, this is abject be sent to the demons, so you pay for everything you've done and that, at least once, your life has some use. – When finished, Galaniel makes bowed to the judges and goes back to the place where he was sitting.
After the guardian of the testimony, the court follows the rite, calling Toram to testify. – I've never seen such nonsense. This man is crazy! I do not even know the girl was only doing my duty and if it is God's will that this poor child is delivered, that my fault? Five stones were taken, not six. This man is a weak and failed to accept the destination. Not before, not now! – Galaniel heard so impassive to the account, but his being, hatred accumulated more and more. – We will deliberate and then returned to inform our decision, – informs the Avante judge the defendants.
During the deliberations, the defendants are in court, awaiting the outcome. The voltage is visible between them. Toram avoids making eye contact with Galaniel, trying to pretend to be asleep and that is not concerned with the request of the Guardian, in which he would go to the sacrifice.
Nearly two hours passed and no judges return. The forward was already restless, anxious thinking about the sentence and Galaniel did not understand why the delay, since it believed that everything was well explained.
When finally the judges’ room door opens, the bailiff hit the base again of the spear on the floor and the four judges in queue step into the court. After a new beat of the bailiff, the Kobat Judge addresses the defendants talking – carefully analyzed the reports and found that the defendant's attitude of Toram was really very suspicious and that, seeing Galaniel in line, he should have given prevented due the history between the two and changed places with another sentry. Another important point is the group brought by the guard, who apparently was waiting some confusion, leading us to believe that something had been combined before. – Toram tries to protest, but the judge bypasses: – silence! The timing of the statements has passed. – Although the guard is visibly nervous, Galaniel feel something strange in the judge's speech. – However, they are only circumstantial evidence and the lottery process has been finalized. I can not get any proof of what happened. – The guardian doesn’t believe what you're hearing. The judge follows: – this way, through a close vote with three votes to one, determined that the results of the draw prevail as occurred. – Toram celebrates by putting his arms up and applauding. – Still is not finished, Toram – speaks Judge Lenara. – For suspect and inconsistent with the position behavior, we sentenced that the sentinel is demoted of its patents and is immediately transferred to the front line on the southern border, with at least two-year stay. – Do Not! This is a death sentence! Please, judges, gentlemen, mercy! – Toram kneels, hands in supplication. – The sentence has been passed and will be fulfilled. Release the guardian, – completes the sentence the judge Lenara and then addresses talking Galaniel: - it is with regret that we can not meet your request again in a case so sadly similar. In cause species to send a child to sad end, but also we have to obey the current law. Try to find peace, knowing that this guard does not cause problems for anyone. – The guardian is limited to just doing reverence to the judges and to withdraw from the court. – This time the story will not be repeated – the guardian thinks. – Melina will be saved, or I die trying – and, with that thought in mind rushed out of the Citadel toward the Sharp a tavern frequented only by riders and officials, located next to the Citadel, the first building at the beginning of the slope.
The guardian did not attend that location since Nirmiriel had been taken. Upon entering the site, an uncomfortable silence becomes and the guardian observes the people who are in the tavern and then heads to the counter. People return to talks and some still look Galaniel and whisper to each other. – Innkeeper, sarsaparilla? – the guardian asks. – Do you not want a little milk too? – questions someone behind. As she turned, preparing for a problem, Galaniel look at the box warrior to bottom and answers: – the bitch of a mother is available, until I'll have a couple of glasses. – The whole tavern is silent, waiting for the start of the fight. The two warriors look at each other seriously.
When the situation looks like it will explode, the warrior speaks to the keeper: – you have not changed anything, your footer painter. – Open a smile to the guardian, he replies – not you, lighter lamp. – Both embrace, in salute of those who have not long seen. – And how is this good life here in the Citadel? I see you are being treated well, Rion – Galaniel speaks hitting the warrior's belly. – Some still have to work to live. It's not everyon
e who can work in court – kiddings Rion. – I came to look for old friends – the guardian speaks, lowering the tone. – Well, I found one, let's talk on my desk in the corner – the warrior points to the left corner of the tavern.
Both take their drinks and sit at the table. - Say what you need, Gala, I knew a mess the call, were you? – Yes, that damned corrupt sergeant, whose teeth busted at the fair, tampered with the draw for a child, their daughter friend where I'm staying, was drawn. The miserable sentenced to death just to get to me. – Son of a bitch itchy. Managed to kill him? – No, unfortunately, the Citadel guard arrived and saved time. – I appealed to the court or the board? – How fought Toram and his cronies, I ended up being arrested and taken to court, but again they did nothing, just sent the bastard to the front line, in the southern borders. As for advice, it not heard me before, it will not listen now. – At least we know it will not last long, Gala. And what do you need? – I'm gathering the Eight again, I can count on you? – Always, fearless leader. After all, I have this tattoo for nothing – Rion raises the mug in toast, taking the opportunity to show the design of an eight longitudinal inside of the right forearm. The toast is repeated then by Galaniel, which also owns the brand. – Do you know where the others are? – the guardian questions. – Well, you and I ... Nirm, we know. Codaino is working in the custody of the High Council room, Pelokir is as bodyguards Quilvak judge, Meneol is leading the magazine and Hrothgar and Relfer brothers are in the security service of the caravans between cities. I do not know if they are here in Kolpor – responds Rion. – So we need to find out, and soon, because the delivery will be made in less than two days. It is up to the task, Lieutenant? – It is now captain, sir, and to answer your question, we're wasting time ... Mr.
