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We were thrown into the dirt in front of a King’s Blood, recognizable only by the marks on his hands. He uttered something I didn’t understand and waved his hands at ours. Shackles formed from thin air and wrapped around our wrists and a long chain formed, connecting Galen and I to each other. We were pulled forcefully to our feet.
The King’s blood smiled maliciously at us as Brissel began describing how he heroically captured us and whatnot. The King’s Blood didn’t appear to be listening, seeming only to be fantasizing about how he’d like to kill us.
“Nako,” A voice suddenly called out and we all turned to the boy in the Valveronian armor. His head was down and his arms crossed over his chest but I recognized him, which was never a good sign.
Drakus. I knew of him because he was o
