Alexandros by the arm and begged him to just leave. Too much had been lost for another battle to begin. Alexandros turned to Elora then looked at the villagers; he took a deep breath and nodded his head slowly at Elora then turned and began to make his way out of the village. The dwarves who stood alongside the villagers were enraged that Bixbin would stand with a human he had just met that very night, and as punishment they spit in his face.
“Never again will you stand tall with us Bixbin, and you shall fall alongside them, you fool!” The dwarf leader shouted to Bixbin. “Why Bixbin?!?” The Dwarf leader shouted. “Answer me! Why would you side with a human over your own people?”
But Bixbin had no answer; not even he knew why he stood with Alexandros. The dwarves left Bixbin standing alone; he was almost reduced to tears before Elora came to him.
“You saved my life Bixbin, and as my thank you I would like to ask if you would join me and my friends. It would be my honor to travel beside you…” Elora said softly to Bixbin.
Bixbin stood in the rain thinking of all he had lost—his friends…his family. He had nowhere else to go, and in the very short time he had known Princess Elora he had felt she was one he could trust. He agreed to travel alongside her and her companions.
Bixbin left BueHoov with Alexandros and Elora. Raphael asked Alexandros if they should return to Ezdacir, his home village. Alexandros agreed. Raphael tied up the goblin and dragged it with them along the muddy road.
Outside the village, Alexandros stared into the goblin’s blood red eyes. “Who sent you?”
“I shall never betray my master. He is all powerful and shall make you suffer greatly, human,” the goblin hissed.
“I wish to make one thing clear,” said Alexandros. “Your disgusting people murdered my family and hers as well, so you can agree to give the information we need, and I can kill you quickly, or you can continue to be pig headed, and I kill you slowly.”
A panic look grew on the cowardly goblin’s face. He saw there was no escaping his fate. “Please…I am sorry,” the goblin pleaded.
Elora reached down and smacked the goblin creature’s face.
“How dare you! How dare you! You monster!” She cried.
Bixbin held the princess back.
“We shall get information out of you,” said Alexandros. “One way…or another…”
CHAPTER VII
THE INTERROGATION
A WIZARD IS skilled in the mysterious and hidden art of magic. Wizards have the power to perform great deals of magic using their staffs; it is their power and weakness. Wizards are trained to use their powers for the greater good, but there are some wizards so evil that not even the lightest of magic can fill their dark soul.
T he chamber was cold, dank, musty, and shaped like a hexagon. The chamber was dirty with grey stone walls and a ceiling that went twenty feet up to a well-like opening that allowed sunlight to shine inside, the chamber’s only source of light. In the center of the dark chamber stood a contraption known to only some as “The Rack,” It is considered the most painful form of torture. The rack was a wooden frame kept above the ground with two ropes fixed to the bottom and two ropes tied to the handle on the top. A goblin warrior remained strapped down upon the device. He’d been beaten to a bloody pulp, ribs broken, and still the goblin would not speak. Through the opening in the ceiling the moonlight glared down on his bloodied form.
Alone in the room with the creature were Alexandros, Raphael, his father Tobias, and another centaur warrior who stood quietly in the corner holding the handle to the rack. The centaur warrior slowly turned the handle on the device causing it to stretch the creature’s arms back.
“Who are you working for, foul creature?” asked Alexandros. “Tell us now!”
When the goblin ignored him; Alexandros looked over to the Centaur Warrior and nodded his head as a sign to turn the handle
“Never again will you stand tall with us Bixbin, and you shall fall alongside them, you fool!” The dwarf leader shouted to Bixbin. “Why Bixbin?!?” The Dwarf leader shouted. “Answer me! Why would you side with a human over your own people?”
But Bixbin had no answer; not even he knew why he stood with Alexandros. The dwarves left Bixbin standing alone; he was almost reduced to tears before Elora came to him.
“You saved my life Bixbin, and as my thank you I would like to ask if you would join me and my friends. It would be my honor to travel beside you…” Elora said softly to Bixbin.
Bixbin stood in the rain thinking of all he had lost—his friends…his family. He had nowhere else to go, and in the very short time he had known Princess Elora he had felt she was one he could trust. He agreed to travel alongside her and her companions.
Bixbin left BueHoov with Alexandros and Elora. Raphael asked Alexandros if they should return to Ezdacir, his home village. Alexandros agreed. Raphael tied up the goblin and dragged it with them along the muddy road.
Outside the village, Alexandros stared into the goblin’s blood red eyes. “Who sent you?”
“I shall never betray my master. He is all powerful and shall make you suffer greatly, human,” the goblin hissed.
“I wish to make one thing clear,” said Alexandros. “Your disgusting people murdered my family and hers as well, so you can agree to give the information we need, and I can kill you quickly, or you can continue to be pig headed, and I kill you slowly.”
A panic look grew on the cowardly goblin’s face. He saw there was no escaping his fate. “Please…I am sorry,” the goblin pleaded.
Elora reached down and smacked the goblin creature’s face.
“How dare you! How dare you! You monster!” She cried.
Bixbin held the princess back.
“We shall get information out of you,” said Alexandros. “One way…or another…”
CHAPTER VII
THE INTERROGATION
A WIZARD IS skilled in the mysterious and hidden art of magic. Wizards have the power to perform great deals of magic using their staffs; it is their power and weakness. Wizards are trained to use their powers for the greater good, but there are some wizards so evil that not even the lightest of magic can fill their dark soul.
T he chamber was cold, dank, musty, and shaped like a hexagon. The chamber was dirty with grey stone walls and a ceiling that went twenty feet up to a well-like opening that allowed sunlight to shine inside, the chamber’s only source of light. In the center of the dark chamber stood a contraption known to only some as “The Rack,” It is considered the most painful form of torture. The rack was a wooden frame kept above the ground with two ropes fixed to the bottom and two ropes tied to the handle on the top. A goblin warrior remained strapped down upon the device. He’d been beaten to a bloody pulp, ribs broken, and still the goblin would not speak. Through the opening in the ceiling the moonlight glared down on his bloodied form.
Alone in the room with the creature were Alexandros, Raphael, his father Tobias, and another centaur warrior who stood quietly in the corner holding the handle to the rack. The centaur warrior slowly turned the handle on the device causing it to stretch the creature’s arms back.
“Who are you working for, foul creature?” asked Alexandros. “Tell us now!”
When the goblin ignored him; Alexandros looked over to the Centaur Warrior and nodded his head as a sign to turn the handle
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