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(Page 3 of 3) Kvendar (Prologue) by Matthew Parsons Barnabas was a good friend, but what did he know about the pain he had to endure? Barnabas hadn't been the one who was assigned to track down that band of cursed folk and eliminate them. "If they escape? If they run for help?"
Barnabas remained silent.
"If the mragdnar people realized that Sul'Tal's son is still alive, they might flock to him," Mikael argued while keeping a calm mind. "Once the mragdnar people unite, it will be an immensely impossible task to eradicate them. Only five, Barnabas--" Mikael held a hand up with all fiver fingers standing "--five mragdnar warriors slew five Imperial Divisions as well as several of the Golden Gauntlet. Three Captain Viziers and one Supreme Vizier were killed. That Supreme Vizier happened to be Martha Fuldamoore, my sister."
Mikael's tirade must have centered home on Barnabas for the young Supreme Vizier merely ran his fingers along the rim of his glass. His eyes were intimately staring down at the few drops of wine leftover. There was no bitterness in Barnabas's expression but rather one of concern.
"I don't hold anything against you Barnabas, but you were just a kid when all that happened," Mikael continued, standing up," mark my words, when both of them are brought back here, I will put an end to their existence myself whether the high Fathers' Council says so or not."
Mikael finished with a curt nod and a sharp scowl before turning to leave to his quarters. He hated leaving on such a bad note, but it never settled well every time he thought of that notorious Sul'Tal. He wasn't giving up on such an old grudge, a sign that he was getting too old.
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