Artoon yells, “Protect the Princess!” Ethan and the other men form a circle around me as Captain Carmine’s guards advance on us. The Prince laughs. “You Garlandians cannot even keep peace with each other, how pathic.” I turn to glare at him just in time to see one of the guards punch him in the gut. Ethan looks at me, he says. “When I tell you to run, run!” He grabs a hold of my sleeve saying, “Hide!” I nod tighting my fingers around the diggar that I hoped I wouldn’t have to use. I also hoped the cloths I was wearing could truely hide me from view. I would soon find out. The men approaching us stop, standing only few a feet away from us. I ask Ethan, who stood in front of me. “What are they waiting for?” Before Ethan could answer me the gate to the castle opens and a single man walks through it. More soldiers follow behind him and space themselves through out the chamber. The man stands there not speaking to anyone only coldly staring right at me. He says, “Come here child and let me see the one, my Uncle, would have perferred as his successor.” Captain Artoon growls. “I think you can see her just fine from where you are, Larg. How is it you have my men following you?” I said, “I don’t understand you said there was no one else in the King’s bloodline.” I push past Ethan to stand beside Artoon. I stare from Artoon and the man who most likely wish me dead. Larg said. “Oh, there aren’t, my dear. Or, shall we say there will not be once I have taken care of you.” He smiles, continuing before Artoon could speak. “I am not a direct descendant of our late King, my mother was his step sister. So you see the King’s blood does not tarnish mine!” He look back towards Artoon smiling.
“While you were gone, my old friend, I was able to... How shall I put it, persuade the Elders to elect me as King. Besides our people need a true Garlandian, not some halfling whelp.” Captain Artoon growls, “I won’t let you get away with this.
You tarsene worm!” Larg replies smiling, “I already have.” King Larg waves his arm in the air as if he was shooing a fly as he says, “Kill all of them.” He turns walking back through the gate, the doors slowly closing behind him. I was suddenly shoved back into the circle as the men begin to fight for there lives and mine. Prince Caballero moves up beside Ethan, along with the other Artthians.
They stand there ready to fight a battle that was not their’s to fight. Prince Caballero says to Ethan.
“There are to many of them. Untie us now, Ethan!”
Ethan growls, “So you can stab us in our backs, while we are fighting our new enemies. I think not!” Prince Caballero pushes Ethan saying, “If Larg remains in rule then both my people and yours will never have peace. Release us, so we can fight with you! Or, do you wish to see your Princess’s blood smearing the ground.” I watch as Ethan grabs his knife and then grabs the banding of the Prince and the other man. He frees them, saying. “If they so much as make a false move towards us kill them.” The other Garlandian soldiers murmur their agreements. My attention returns to Captain Artoon. He stands only a few feet from the other Captain speaking to him in a low voice. I ask Ethan. “What are they saying to each other? And why haven’t they attach us yet. What are they waiting for?” I look around at all the Garlandian soldiers that stood glaring at us. Their swords drawn, but motionless, even though they had been order to kill us. Ethan said, “They hesitate because Larg has order them to kill their own people. But not only that... We have all trained and fought together. I think of many here as friends. Brothers!
That man there is the Godfather to my children and now I may have to kill him.” He nods his head towards an older man standing near the gate. Then he says, “I think the Captain is trying to talk Carmine out of following Larg’s orders. If he can sway him to our side