Matthew scoured the forest. Deeper and deeper he ventured whilst the trees tried to do their bit to scare the warrior who had trespassed into their territory. Matthew had lived in worst forests than this; this was a mere garden to the warrior, who was intent in finding the prince.
He stopped dead, the trail becoming fresher; the smell of more than two people was around he noted as he inhaled deeply. The scent was taking him further to the left of the woods. He walked slowly, they were not far from here and he did not want to be caught out by an overzealous warrior who could be ambushed by his stupidity.
Each tree was Matthew’s shield, as he scanned each part of his trail, making sure all was clear, his eyes looking hard, up, above and around him. His sword was brandished — it was never put away after Ahaz’s death.Tthe need of its metal made Matthew feel at ease, as though he had someone protecting him from the inevitable.
He walked further; his breathing was shallower as he wanted to listen to the forests secrets, not his breath. Quietly he vetted the vicinity. Then, he heard voices; men wishing for blood.
Matthew crouched down; they were very close to him. He crawled to a bush watching quietly.
Amir was gagged and bounded roughly to a tree, by thick rope. His face and body had been beaten harshly, with blood trickling from the superficial wounds made by the men who laughed harshly at the saddened prince in front of them.
“You thought we were siding with you?” Matthew heard one soldier say, whose body was built like a mountain, with bulges of ripe muscles.
Matthew watched as the soldier clenched his hands into a fist, the muscles overlapping each other like a baker attacking dough, and making the veins in his arms protrude like streaks of water, as his fist landed accurately on Amir’s face, making him scream out in pain.
“Zantha knew you were coming, knew you were going to take her life and we were asked to protect her. She does not want to die by a man who has no power in his body to take her. She knows you will be defeated, we all knew. You are no leader, you are a cause for another life, and the sooner your life is taken the better.”
The soldier nodded to the other man, who was nothing like the over enhanced beast that was making the threats.
“Please, no, I do not wish to die like this,” Amir pleaded. “Release me from this tree and I will bow down and you may behead me. It is what I wish for,” Amir stated looking gravely into the soldier’s eyes.
The soldier nodded and the smaller soldier went behind the tree, his sword slashing at the rope and Amir flung his hands to his body, shaking the circulation back to the tingling limbs and sighed.
“Bow,” the soldier ordered harshly to Amir.
“I have one last request Grieves, before my execution. Please, I can only whisper what is on my heart.”
Grieves sighed and walked over to the dishevelled man, who looked close to tears. However, Amir had other plans.
The tears were not real; the pain that...