Emmet
707 Words
Emmet Pov
After a few months of hiding my assistance to the people of Blytheria. Each time the king called me in to the throne room, I would sweat thinking he found out that I was stealing the resources and giving them out. Then a messenger appeared at my room requesting my presence in the throne room. I turned to the mirror. The months I stressed over whether the king would find out about my deeds, had left dark circles under my blue eyes. By blond hair was disheveled. I ran a comb though my hair and made sure my appearance was acceptable. Then I made my way to the throne room. I entered the throne room to a very peeved king.
(Emmet * King Maddox ^)
*you summoned me my king?* ^Yes it seems that my resources are disappearing and that my people seemed to have gained them almost over night. It seems to me I have a traitor in my midst.^ I began to get very nervous fighting with myself to retain composure. *do you have any suspects or suspicions as to who this culprit is?* ^I have some yes but I am trying to figure out whether or not he is working alone.^ *if you give e the name I could see if there is a ring or if they are working alone.* ^I don’t doubt your capabilities to give me that information however I have a good source that states your my traitor.^ *who is your source?* ^you see Emmet that I have been capturing Werewolves to gain information about them. One of them turned their loyalty to me and discovered your scent at my vaults. So Imagine my surprise that my most loyal advisor is stealing from me and to make matters worse you’re distributing it among my people.^ *your Majesty I did what I thought was right. The people suffer I had to do something to help them. Seeming as how you deem me a traitor I will speak frankly. Your taxes ae beyond the peoples ability to pay for. They are forced to choose food over shelter. Some parents work long past normal hours to in hopes make rent. Prices are on the rise and your solution of war will only make things worse the people cannot survive the repercussions of this war. I was trying to ease their suffering. If I have to die for this then so be it.* ^I will not simply kill you that would be too easy.^
Two men came in and Maddox had me thrown in the dungeons. My cell had bars on three sides while the wall to the outside was in stone. I sat on the wooden board knowing I failed monumentally. I could no longer help the people I wanted to. A man on one of the neighboring cells called to me. He asked for my arm. When I asked he simply said that he wanted to give me a gift that would be needed for the upcoming trials. I looked at him in confusion but he refused to tell me anything more. Cautiously I gave him my arm. He made no pretenses saying it was going to be a painful experience. He clutched my arm firmly but not too hard. Then he concentrated on what I wasn’t sure. Then from where he gripped my arm felt like it was on fire. The fire went through my veins and burned down to the right side base of my abdomen. There it was like a flame erupted and all I could do was call out in pain. Then what felt like hours but in reality was probably a few minutes the pain left. He kept ahold of my arm for another couple of minutes and released me. All he would tell me was that he gave me a gift and I would discover what it was at the start of my trials. He also told me to be ready when the Abilitators come it will not only mark the end of the war but the end of an era. With that the guards took him and he never returned to his cell.
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