Thread: The Weight of the Crown (JellyFish & Greeneyed23)

Aretha appalled, pressed herself deeper into the cushions of the chair. In discomfort she eyed the creature warily, her nails digging into the material of her dress. The guards at the entrance of the garden had fallen back in their own fear, and raised their spears if anything were to happen. Somehow the cry of war seemed much more alive than ever before now that she had seen a Rezda face to face, and she trembled at the thought. Even though it was gagged, the presence of its fury was suffocating. I agree as well. But how much do you know of the extent of their powers? I recall that you say they are ruled by a king and have only have one purpose to kill. But what if its possible that they are more controlled than having independent thought. She took in a breath, wondering if her questions had a ridiculous turn to them. If instead they are controlled and fueled by their kings own anger, perhaps that is why they seem so mindless? It makes no sense why they keep on killing and killing and find no satisfaction. If they were able to ever kill off all the people and were only left to themselves, they would surely destroy one another. Some agreed but not all, it still seemed dubious. The murmuring of the delegates filtered the outdoor area. No one was able to sit comfortably in their seats and held expressions of disgust and fright. This would be the enemy? This was what they would face? The same thought echoed throughout everyones mind. How could they be able to successfully kill anything if they were blind to what they did? Aretha vexed yet fascinated, wanted to reach out and touch the creature. Once in its life it was someone with feelings other than hatred. Maybe a family and a life, and that was taken away in the blink of an eye. Forcing herself to turn away from such ideas, she looked back to Hama. He didnt seem bothered whatsoever, calmy showing everyone the Rezda. And what if that plan fails? What if they see past your trick? Because who would honestly go through such a tight passage in where if an army were to attack? Have you seen a pattern in their attacks and noted them? oOr even the way they think alone, apart from their brethren? If my theory is wrong and they can think on their own, at least one of them could see what was going on. And the possibility still being seen still is thrown in -... Aretha was cut off in mid-sentence when she heard a large thump behind her. Spinning round in her chair, her mother was laying in her fathers arms, nearly fainted. Patis was holding her up right, shouting at the guards to call for a doctor but she waved him off. I will be alright, just a dizzy spell. But from her reddened face, she seemed to be weak from the suns rays. Ducan had stood from his seat and went over to his father, asking if mother had be taken inside to rest. The king seemed ready to leave, carrying his queen when someone cried out amongst the slight chaos. What do you plan to do with the beast before us? Some of the others shouted for it to be killed and Aretha curiously eyed Hama wondering what his choice would be. Siddel stood from his spot, raising his voice above the noise. Im sure Hama will gladly show us a live presentation of how to slay it. The weak points have been numbered now lets see it in action.