in Rhode Island
February 29th, 2004
Chapter 29 How to Kill your foes
Ace was sitting in one of Maemro’s guestrooms. It was a pathetic accommodation for the emperor of the south. The curtains were dirty. The bed was huge; which was unnecessary. There was a giant window, which must have been the size of twenty-five men. Other than those useless things the room was pretty much empty.
Ace stood by the window, looking at the north’s capital. “What a perfectly city. Rather lovely too. Too bad it’ll be up in flames by the time I’m done here.” He smiled to himself. The North was weak; it could be conquered easily if you had the element of surprise on your side. And Ace always had the element of surprise.
“Sir?” Denant’s dark voice said from behind him. Ace turned, his featureless face piercing a hole in Denant’s mind.
“Is he gone?” He asked coldly.
“I’m afraid not. The Arion is as healthy as you or I.” Denant said glumly.
Ace turned back to the window. “I want you to kill him. Choke him, burn him, stab him, I don’t care just kill him.” He said without facing Denant.
The elf nodded. “What about the , Yanara?”
“She seems like a caring person. Caring people can always be destroyed easily. The of all her friends should break her to the point to where she should be aiming a dagger to her heart. Zeala’s doing well I suppose.” Ace asked.
“Zeala is bringing your army up to Tirsu as we speak.”
“Good. That takes care of that foolish sorcerer. What about your sister?”
Denant became alert at the end of Ace’s sentence. “Don’t hurt her, sir. I’m sure if you give me a chance I’ll be sure to convince her to turn tables. Please sir.” Denant’s voice sounded as if he was talking to the Grim Reaper (which he was).
Ace sighed. That was his right hand’s only weakness. His family. “I’ll give you one chance, Denant. Now leave!” He said, motioning him to go. Denant did as he was bid, and soon Ace was all alone again. His plan was moving nicely.
Very nicely.
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