All six mages maintained silence, letting it drag on for ten minutes. In that ti, not one sound was made, not even a breath. It was if everyone was in a temporary state of suspense and waiting for sothing to happen.
Nobody on the team of Eldorian’s had expected the interrogation to be easy. n or won that were brave enough to kill a king were people that were often well trained.
They could endure torture and even take their own lives if it was necessary to hide the secrets of those behind them.
Sigrid was the first to break the silence, she did so with a sigh. "Let guess, you would all rather die than talk." She leaned forward, a cruel smile on her lips. "I would like to give you so good news, we are not afraid to kill you. In fact, you should all just take your lives right now. It is much better than living trapped in here for the rest of your lives."
Her words sounded like a joke, the mages were sure she was just trying to threaten them. Her feeble attempts to pry their mouths open would not tear through the hardcore training they had endured to beco the mages they were. They did not take her words seriously.
Alistair tossed a knife into the cell.
"I am showing you all rcy." Sigrid said, "Take the knife and do yourselves a favor. You can do it personally or choose one of you to stab the others."
One of the mages, Malrik picked up the knife. Everyone held their breath, waiting to see what he would do next. He held the blade to his neck, it’s shiny silver set off a reflection under the dim light in the cell. He raised his hand high, as far as it could go and brought it down.
Most people widened their shocked others, others gasped and in the cell the mages that were next to Malrik stepped away from him, suddenly wary for he had not stabbed himself. He had stabbed Xyra....slicing her throat open.
Xyra was chocking on her own blood which was shooting all over the floor. She had both hands over the cut trying to stop the bleeding. But it was a useless feat as the blood just kept escaping her body like a dam of red water that had suddenly been unleashed.
Slowly, she fell to her knees and then her entire body hit the floor, face down.
"What have you done Malrik?" Nyssa questioned, breathing heavily, trying to wipe blood off her hands and face.
Malrik tossed the knife out of the cells and replied nonchalantly, "It is her fault that we ended up here, she failed us two tis. The Eldorian king is alive and on the nd, the shards are now out of reach and they found us because of what she did to the old princess. A useless soldier is a flaw, all flaws should be removed." He moved to one of the corners and sat down. "I could use so wine and at, when you are all done with your little show, rember to feed ."
He was a cold blooded killer and what he had done did not bother him at all.
"I guess we won’t be hearing from Malrik anymore." Sigrid waved her hand, ejecting Xyra’s body from the cell. "So, Nyssa do you have anything to share?"
She was t with silence that she reacted to with amusent. "You are probably still in shock so lets try soone else. Noctis, Asher..." she called the two mages that had not said a word.
They were both male mages that had a very close appearance. They shared the sa blonde hair, brown eyes and tiny mole next to their right eyes. It almost seed as if nothing fazed them, even when Xyra’s neck was sliced, they had remained as calm as monks in ditation.
"Okay then, good talk. We will continue from here another day. We have a lot of ti to get to know each other. I think that you will find Eldoria welcoming or hostile depending on the choices that you will make." Sigrid stood up.
She started to walk away and suddenly halted her steps just before getting into the elevator. "Oh, lest I forget, there is one more thing I must make sure of."
Raising her hand, she faced the five mages that were left. There was one fire lit torch on the wall, five flas rose from the large fla and entered the cells. All the mages tried to avoid the flas but it was useless.
The flas coiled around their arms, burning into the tattoos on their wrists. So cried out loudly, pain and anguish raw in their voices echoed deep in the ground.
"It is just a precaution, I must make sure that nobody tracks you down here. As far as your society is concerned, you are all dead and nobody is going to co looking for you."
Her questioning was finished and they all returned to the surface. She ordered for them to be separated and fed. With ti, she would have them to moved to the surface prison.
There was sothing on the lord mage’s mind, a question that he thought she needed to hear. "Isn’t it easier to just kill them?" The Lord asked.
"Why?" she turned to him.
He spread his arms out and twirled once before looking at her again. "As it stands right now, you are the most powerful mage in the kingdom. I am the second, Roland and Alistair are probably tied. Mauve cos after them and then the others follow."
He paused outside a class on magic herbs that was being taught by Jamie Seaver, a male mage that ranked tenth in the academy. The ranking list had been made after the re-organization of the academy.
Sigrid, Roland and the Lord mage were the only mages in Eldoria not on the list. For the Lord mage, the reason was because he was the head of all mages so he had a right not to reveal how strong he was.
For Sigrid and Roland, it was because they were royalty. With all the enemies they had, it was best for their strength to be kept secret.
"Those mages down there are as strong as Roland, Mauve, Alistair even ...." he looked at her through heavy lidded weary eyes. "You are the only one whose strength is unpredictable. As much as I like having arrested those criminals, I am not comfortable with them being in such close quarters with my fledgling students."
"Then strip their magic, block it, take it....I cannot make all those decisions for you. Except for Veylin, I want him."
"Hmm...I don’t think that your husband will be too pleased to hear you that you want another man."
"No he won’t." Roland’s voice crept up on them from behind.
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