The sound of construction was music to Judal's ears. The sun just began to rear its head over the horizon, the time was nearing. Judal stood at Sinbad's side with his arms crossed in the sleeves, he was mimicking Ja'Far flawlessly.
The office door opened and two guards entered the room. One approached the desk and said, "The gallows is complete sir." Sinbad sighed and nodded his head as he rose from his seat.
"Let the execution begin."
Masrur entered Judal's room alongside two guards. Ja'Far slowly pushed himself off the floor and looked around, "How did I get here?" A guard pulled the advisor up and chained his arms behind his back. Ja'Far struggled against them, "What on earth do you think you're doing?! Unhand me!" The guards ignored the advisor, one shoved him forward towards the door. Masrur held it open. Ja'Far frowned at the fanalis, "You vile creature."
A fist struck his head, "Quiet magi." It then hit him, the advisor looked down at his attire. He was speechless, amused, yet speechless. Another blow to the head made the "magi" start walking.
Outside stood a plethora of people from Sindria. They all watched as the king and his generals exited the palace in a straight line. Judal followed closely behind the king, arms crossed in his sleeves, exactly how Ja'Far would. The magi glanced over his shoulder to the fanalis behind him. The man had not one shred of emotion on his face, Judal smiled to himself.
All general's stood in front of the gallows. Crimson eyes sparkled at the sight of the noose as it swung back and forth. "Soon that'll be you, advisor."
Citizens whispered amongst themselves, some boo'd, others threw rancid food. Judal looked to see why; "the magi" was being escorted by chain to the gallows. The now onyx haired man struggled against the bindings only to get struck in the back of the head by the guard behind him. Ja'Far ignored the pain and continue to fight back as the crowd's roars enhanced, "You fools! Release me, I'm no magi! I'm not that disgusting vermin!"
The guard pulled the disheveled man onto the main stage then onto a single pedestal. Thick rope the laced his neck. All fell silent. "On my command." Judal's heart raced with impatience, this was actually happening. He was about to witness his rivals ultimate demise, he couldn't help to smile. This was what he'd been waiting for. To see the advisor die before his eyes. Then, the advisor spoke, "I can't believe all the fools I see! He's fed you dirty lies! Listen to the sound of my voice! Look at the colour of my eyes! I'm not that magi! The magi has red eyes you imbeciles!"
It was awkwardly silent now. Judal felt eyes burning every inch of his body. No. He was so close to finally eliminating his rival. How could this had possibly backfired? The intrepidness Judal once had, had now faded. Worry and doubt flooded his mind. He didn't want to die. Just as Judal was about to open his mouth, Sinbad blurted out, "Hang him." The guards wasted no time in kicking the pedestal from under "the magi" and letting him drop, the rope tightening, suffocating his windpipe. Everything now still, Sinbad spoke again, "Clean this."
Groups of citizens disbanded and scurried away. Other guards and some generals took the body away and began to disassemble the gallows. As Judal was about to disappear into the palace, his arm was caught in a firm grip. There was no need to fight against it. "I know who you are, Judal." The red eyed magi tensed slightly. He fought the urge to just turn and run away. Was Sin mad? Did he hate him? Was he going to die now? Judal was astonished when Sinbad pulled him into a tight embrace. "I'm so glad you're safe Judal…" The magi's eyes widened, "Sin…" Judal couldn't help but snuggle into the man's chest, "Sin...I was so afraid of losing you…," he hugged his chest, "I knew you loved me…," he closed his eyes and inhaled the king's scent, "I knew you wouldn't betray me…"
Sinbad moved the headdress from the shorter man's forehead then placed a small kiss there, "Let's go inside and rest." Judal smiled and nodded, "Yes, Sin."
Hand-in-hand, the king and his "advisor" disappeared into the luxurious palace. Judal giggled into his sleeve, "I win."
The South Sea once clear water is now blemished with blood. A once crew-filled ship now a war zone of mass genocide. An onyx haired man stood in the center of the ship, skin, clothes, hair, all stained with the blood of the fallen. Vexed black eyes stared up at the looming moon, "I'm coming for you. Judal."
That is it my angels! It's finally over, it only too several centuries for me to type but it's finally over! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and a great New Years! Please, please, please review and tell me what you all thought!