The Next Morning."It's just a matter of time before we are discovered by the dogs of Wealene. Since we hold the head dog in captive, if nothing, curiosity would push them into breaking into the woods of Got. And I've said earlier, it's just the matter of time before we're found."Kie stopped pacing. He was surrounded by Hanik's men, and his lover was standing next to him. Her left arm was tucked in his right.One of Hanik's men asked,"What do you want us to do, my Lord?"Kie looked at the guy awkwardly. Probably because of the manner at which he'd been addressed. He was quick to dismiss it,"We have to move in the direction of Got. Along the large and long lawn. We'll wall ourselves with the ridges and move as stealthily as we could till we find the mountain range. We all know that as soon as we get there, to the mountain range, we'll be safe for another few months."Another man of the Hanik's team quoted,"The borders of Got

Amidst War. Agranah. Wealene's Court."There is an outburst of war in the rear of the villages. In no time twould get to the town. The four Dane rulers had arrived with all their 150 000 warriors. I say we act at once, His Greatness."A guard called at Wealene who was settled peacefully in his throne. His left fingers were picking his unwashed beards. His face eyes glued to the East. He quoted without looking at the guard,"And who told you that you can tell me what to do?"The guard shot at once,"I should, His Greatness. We could lose the whole of Agranah because of the indifference to act, just because of one man. If we win this war, wouldn't we have another day to deceive the other rulers and talk them into finding Kie? Other than losing ten of thousands of souls and there's nothing left to govern over just because of that same man."The man paused and continued immediately, he didn't seem to care that Wealene's eyes had blood of rage se

A mile Away from Got's Border.~Samantha and the captors~"I said do not talk about this anymore."One of the notable guards snapped at a fellow who didn't actually place a worth on the reprove."But of a truth, the king wasn't particular about what state we should bring her to Agranah. And I'm quite sure that Wealene wouldn't even give a damn."A guard with full beards turned to look at Samantha who was sitting in the midst of two shabby guards with her hands tied."If you have no regards for women, at least be conscious that she has a lover."The obstinate guard who was one of those with Samantha at the back dismissed,"She's a mere slave. Let's grope her and fuck the shit out of her. I say we stop the cart right now."The notable of the guards turned again,"I shall not repeat the words. We dispose of her to Agranah in good state as we've been sent by the king and nothing else would be heard on this case."

Same."Why did you invite her here? Who told you that you could do as you please?"Kie was wearing a rich glare as he lashed out at Hannibal. He wasn't grateful anymore. The thankfulness had been gobbled up by the spite for Malisa."Kie!"Samantha warned, as he was blinded by his own rage and wouldn't choose his words thoughtfully.Kie didn't wait to have Hannibal's response. He walked straight to Malisa and grabbed her left wrist. He pulled her roughly to the front, probably forgetting that she was a princess.He made her stand at the front of himself, Samantha and Hannibal. He left her standing there and walked back to Samantha and wounded his right arm around Samantha's waist."I will ask you just once, what are you doing here?"Kie's words were hinted at by rage. Samantha didn't try to say anything anymore. She just watched him."I came with Hannibal."Malisa answered. Kie got madder and wanted to walk away fr

War. Agranah."What's the order?!"An Agranite warrior on a horse called at Jaith who dangled his sword and chopped off the fellow's head at once. Other Agranite warriors who witnessed the shocking scene couldn't dwell on the odds for long as the leader of the 250 thousand Xerxes' quarter dressed in black overalls screamed,"Forward!!!"The battle took a stray turn. Aside the Danes, none of the Agranites fought for their lands anymore but their lives. Each man had no idea what he was fighting for. All he did was toss the edge of his sword in sundry directions to protect himself.The quarter of the Xerxes' warriors were more Asian than Caucasian. Their caramel skin was toned deep and they had half-face masks, shielding the curves of their eyes.Not only did they fight with swords, but with arrows and clubs. They had no sense of life in them as they threw themselves at whatever obstacles before them. The had broken into the camp of the Danes w