In the room of a inn, two men are look face to face.
One had black eyes like the ebony and the black long hair, clean and crowned with a mesh of gold threads. The other had violet eyes and sharp nose, the rest of his factions were hidden by his black hood full of runic symbols.
Between the mens, a brown wodden table marked a frontier, but in honour of the truth, they no need any object to separate, because the hate between their races are strong and deep in his hearts.
But there they were, face to face.
All around and inside the inn was in silent. The bartender, a fat man with old face was in the outside seeking for firewood. The peasants would not go to the inn until after the twilight, because all of them was working in the fields beyond the borders of the town.
So the inn was in silent and with the smell of the onions, leeks an carrots, the beers, the wine and old leathers. But for the men in the wooden table, none of that mattered at all.
The man with the black hair had his right hand on the hilt of a long sword upon his legs. The steel of the sword flashed the room with the light of the morning sun that entered trought a wide window. The other man didn't need any steel beacuse he was a Kee'le, and they only trust in his minds an the force of his resolution.
But the minutes passed and they're only saw one each other, until at the end the black haired take the word.
-We have many losses in this stupid shadow war, Artheleas. This has to end.
-That's your problem, Krutha. My people don't begun this.
-Yes, but only your people can finish her.
-¿Finish her?- Artheleas laugh in loud. I'm a Kee'le, stupid Krutha! We don't break our oaths!
The black haired man hardered his gaze but kept his serene tone.
-I know about your culture, Kee'le, but there must be a way...
-Stop, Krutha. That's ridicolous.
-My name is Corvo, and i'll don't stop, Artheleas. Laugh all you wan, but i propouse to finish this war and i'll find the way, with or without your help.
Corvo stood up, but Artheleas move his hand and the black haired stoped in act.
-You'll don't go to anywhere Corvo. Sit down.
-Give me only one reason to stop my sword, Kee'le- Spoke the black haired with poisoned voice.
-I have many, but the first is that: i'm your "chained"
-Oh, come on!. Don't say that shit.
-Well... i'll go with the second reason: you don't want my dead because if i die, you adiction to the spawns will gone with me.
When Corvo heard this he drew a deep breath and took a seat.
-You don't wanna help me, but you don't let me go. You hate me almost as much as i do to you, but here you are. What do you want, Artheleas? I'm here by only one reason: to find one way to end the war, only that.
-And i don't intrested in that... but that doesn't mean what i don't know a way to end the war.
-Yeah, i know. That is the reason cause i summoned you. Which is your price?
Artheleas looked down and smiled with evil, deep in his mind. He moved his hand with a flourish and in the act, one figure in miniature was materialized between the men, floating in the air. It was like a rabbit with human hands, wide open and scorched, and on his chest one word was recorded with fire and blood: "OSTIUM"
With eyes wide opened, Corvo stood up like a blast and cut the little floating spawn with his sword. Artheleas jumped backward like a cat with an amazing agility before the cut of the Corvo's sword.
-That's your price?! Little piece of shit!
-You wanted to know, stupid Krutha! If you wanna peace, give me what i want! Give me the key!
-Never! i'll never bring your freedom! you're a chained! you're a servant!
-We choose the chained way! you race is nothing without us! Is a shame that the Kee'le culture of the oaths was chained with the patethics and decadence Kurthas, Humans! We swear by the moon to fight for the sake of all the humanity and we'll don't stoped! We burn all the fucking world!
-If we don't stop this stupid war against the Predators most Humans and Kee'le will die!
-We don't break our oaths, Kurtha! our deaths can't change that!
Corvo breath louden, was maked a fury, but when the minutes passed and his fury had calmed down, he hide his sword on his back and go outside of the inn in silent, lefting the Kee'le alone.
Artheleas took a seat in another chair, remove his hood and cry in silent. The Kurtha was in right. The kee'le are a servants, chained by his own swears, and nothing in the world can stop the pride of one mad human king... but now he know.
If is not posible to free all the Kee'les, by his oaths the entire world will burn.
If the prince of the Kurthas don't bring to Artheleas the key of his freedom, the war eat it all.
At in the end, only the Kee'les will rising from the ashes.
Hi everyone! and thanks for read!
This is another of my writings, and as was i promised, i shared with all of you! I hope you can enjoy of this first part and if you like it (or not) please bring me your opinions about the chapter and help me to learn more and more about how make it better every day. (please, forgive me for my english, im learning xD)
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