WRATH OF ELIJAH WEST

PAIN OR THE TRUTH

“This shadow is something that would set me free from the emptiness I have felt right from the very beginning of my life,” Daniel continued, desperation set in his voice, “don’t think you can play anymore of your tricks on me, because it will not work.”

“Then fire on. You are better off shooting me now, like you did the other day, no matter how hard you try, I won’t say a thing.”

Daniel steadied his revolver on Elijah, and grinned elfishly, “Who is the heir of the West Empire?” he asked, ignoring Elijah’s bold faced stare.

At this moment, the question did not catch Elijah by surprise, knowing fully well from the crumbs that the integrity of his identity has been compromised. He braced himself for what would seem like his final moment.

The Truth.

“If I told you who it was, your mind would still be mediocre enough to doubt it, let us just leave it at where it is now,” Elijah said, displaying no iota of fear or trepidation.

“It is not my mind that would doubt it. It is only