You made a promise for a reason. There's nothing you can do that won't make things infinitely worse, so you should hope that Djurle gets here fast.
Zebulon’s choked attempt at a breath reminded Tecovis of that day…
I have to do something!
“I'm sorry Lieutenant. You've done a lot for my people. You have heart. But unfortunatly you're too much trouble. And as the living ancestors say, the only good human is a dead one."
Nobody else can save him now. Djurle is his only chance. It's not worth the risk of losing control.
A spike of ice as long as a full fledged spear began to form in the open hand of the Grixovite, Zeb's eyes went wide and he redoubled his efforts to escape.
“ZEB!!!”
You can't afford to let your anger get the better of you again!
Her voice grated against Tecovis's ears. “Don't worry, I'll make sure it's quick. You at least deserve that much.”
Zeb… I'm sorry… I can't… I can't… I swore I would never do it again…
Tecovis couldn't tell if the wave of cold he was feeling came from the ice that froze his gambeson to his chest, or the fear that was sucking all hope from his heart.
Pain shot through his body as the vandals stuck him to the ground from behind.
Zebulon continued to struggle, unable to accept defeat he kicked at the grixovite. The ice itself jumped upwards and caught both his legs together before could hit her.
He felt something crack in his heart as he saw his mother's corpse, lifeless and limp in the bandit's grasp.
The grixovite adjusted her icy spear in her grip and pointed it towards Zeb's heart
Momma! MOMMA!!!
Tecovis uttered a scream as he pushed against the ice with all his might.
Smoke burned his lungs as the building the bandits had claimed now lay in tatters.
“ZEBULON!!!”
He would make them pay for what they did to his village.
“Any last words I can pass on to your family before I leave?”
He would make them pay if it was the only thing he did.
Zeb twisted in her grip, unable to get loose as she was focused on him alone
His rage was immeasurable.
“No?”
His fury a blaze that would not be stopped.
“Then I'll tell them you died with dignity.”
Every single one of them…
The grixovite impaled Zebulon, straight through the heart.
Would…
She released Zeb from her frosty grasp and he collapsed to the ground several cubits below, his breathing labored.
Face…
She turned to face Tecovis. A harsh scowl plastered to her face.
His…
With a single, sputtering, black-blooded cough, Zebulon exhaled his last.
Tecovis could do nothing but scream.
Your story continues... Find it in 'The Spirit of Fire Part 2 Module A. {Yet to be written.}
