The dragon king
A story written by Ademolar
Episode 12
(the jailed king)
The cloud ran after them as the three men rode with high speed on their horses.
“Seems someone is following us” one of the men announced
“Who could that be?” replied the second man
“I don’t know, I think we should checkout ourselves ”
Immediately they stop riding and await the person following them. Suddenly Marvin appeared to the scene on a white horse.
“Who are you? And why are you following us?” one of the men quarried
“If I were you, I will drop the boy and run for my life” marvel warned
“Larm Did you hear what he just said?, this man thinks he can defeat three of us” he said mockingly
The three men laughed out loud..
” drop the boy and go home safely, or I take him from you after I rip off your heads ” marvel warned again
“Let’s see you do that, you white looking piece of s–t ”
“Let’s cut this fool into pieces” one of them angrily suggested!
The three men angrily threw ajadi to the ground and they attack Marvin. Marvin jumped down from his horse, he knelt and fill his left hand with sand,he threw them to the sky . Immediately, the weather turned black and storm covered the whole field leaving the three men in total blindness , Marvin quickly collected their swords and he quickly untied ajadi , he pulled him up on his horse and they rode away..
(ayetoro palace, down in the dungeon )
The rat squealed as he bit into it, squirming wildly in his hands, frantic to escape. The belly was the softest part. He tore at the sweet meat, the warm blood running over his lips. It was so good that it brought tears to his eyes. His belly rumbled and he swallowed. By the third bite the rat had ceased to struggle, and he was feeling almost content. Then he heard the sounds of voices outside the dungeon door. At once he stilled, fearing even to chew. His mouth was full of blood and flesh and hair, but he dare not spit or swallow.
He listened in terror, stiff as stone, to the scuff of boots and the clanking of iron keys. “No, no, please gods, not now, not now.” he thought as he cried within himself, It had taken him so long to catch the rat
.”If they catch me with it, they will take it away, am in trouble , Lord of the dungeon guards will hurt me.” He knew he ought to hide the rat, but he was so hungry. It had been two days since he had eaten, or maybe three. Down here in the dark it was hard to tell.
Though his arms and legs were thin as reeds, his belly was swollen and hollow, and ached so much that he found he could not sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, he found himself remembering his wife tinuade . He thought of how Loki and his men had locked one of his chief away in a tower and starved him to death. In the end he had eaten his own fingers. He crouched down in a corner of his cell, clutching his prize under his chin.
Blood ran from the corners of his mouth as he nibbled at the rat with what remained of his teeth, trying to bolt down as much of the warm flesh as he could before the cell was opened. The meat was stringy, but so rich he thought he might be sick. He chewed and swallowed, picking small bones from the holes in his gums where teeth had been yanked out. It hurt to chew, but he was so hungry he could not stop.
It had been a long time since anyone had come for him. There were other cells, other prisoners. Sometimes he heard them screaming, even through the thick stone walls. The women always scream the loudest. He s—-d at the raw meat and tried to spit out the leg bone, but it only dribbled over his lower lip and tangled in his beard. Go away, he prayed, go away, pass me by, please, please. But the footsteps stopped just when they were loudest, and the keys clattered right outside the door. The rat fell from his fingers. He wiped his bloody fingers on his breeches.
“No,” he mumbled, “noooo.” His heels scrabbled at the straw as he tried to push himself into the corner, into the cold damp stone walls. The sound of the lock turning was the most terrible of all. When the light hit him full in the face, he let out a shriek. He had to cover his eyes with his hands.
To be continued
