Tuesday, March 17
Sibling Rivalry: Part 8 – Quintus
Quintus was locked away in a side closet with only the carved corpse of his assistant as company.
“Easy,” whispered Ilmarė. She put her hands on his forehead, calling to the spirits of the air to heal him. “Easy.”
“What happened?”
“The Voei…” whispered Quintus. “They took us alive…planned to present me as a sacrifice for the tribal chief.”
“What…” Vlad looked down in horror. “What did they do to you?”
“On the second night following the raid, I tried to escape with my assistant…”
“The stories are true,” Sebastian said grimly. “They really are cannibals.”
“We were captured,” continued Quintus. “As punishment they killed the assistant. And then…and then…”
Beldin looked away.
“THEY ATE MY LEGS!” Quintus trembling hands felt at the stumps that were once the top of his thighs. “I’ll never walk again.” His eyes were filled with tears. He turned to Ilmarė. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” [MORE]
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