Turning Point Chapter 29 The Last Man
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Carefully she landed the cloaked Jumper on the cliff and gave a mental command to stand by. Alarick was staring through the view screen at the city down there. She had parked the ship on the cliffs towering over the river that passed through the city.
As was planned they emerged from the Jumper and she said,
"Alright, as I explained to you the plan is to search around for any signs of Wraith or advanced technologies. I am going to the city to see if there could be anything useful. Your Commander…" she looked at Alarick,
"… and two of you by his choosing will go around searching. They will wear the Lantean personal shields and I will carry with me the other one. So one of you will stay here without that device and guard the Jumper. Is that understood?"
She looked at the Wraith and they all nodded in agreement. She activated the shields of Alarick and the other two Wraith making them invisible and then put the last one on her jacket and switched it on. She has programmed their shields to turn off at the manual pressure – so every Wraith could switch if off when he has done his work.
Immediately the world turned slightly blurred which meant that she is invisible to the others and without loosing any more precious minutes she turned in the direction of the City and start walking fast.
Climbing down from the cliffs she discovered the road that was heading to the city. The road was unpaved and with tracks of wheels indicating civilization at very primitive level of development. She walked about thirty minutes before the first buildings of the city to appear. She stopped for a second taking a deep breath and analyzing what she was seeing.
'No City Gates or defense walls which means there is no one that question their territory nor they are afraid of peasant revolts…', she remembered that the scan had shown only small farms in the nearest proximity of the City. She had a feeling that something was not right but what exactly she couldn't put a finger on and points it.
She went on the street that was an extension of the road. Chickens, some animals like pigs running around, dirt, shallow canals that ran along the street full with garbage, men and women dressed in Medieval like clothes that rivaled the filth on the street, children roaming around. Nothing to indicate something more advanced than a hand made iron hammer.
Miranda tried to ensure herself that this is not just as pointless as it looked and continued to explore the city. After several more streets, one market where farmers sold slaughtered pigs and few shops with blacksmiths she reached a clearing that was tidier than the rest of the city with wooden pavement and a well with attached hand pump. 'The City Central Square?!' she wondered when she noticed that on one of the ends of the square in front of a big house a crowd was gathering.
Tall man has climbed on a carriage and was giving a speech to the crowd. She realized that more and more people were coming to listen to him. 'This might be interesting…What is so important that is causing a speech?'
She approached the man, careful not to touch anyone in the crown around him. He was middle aged, with clothes made from fine material and with iron chain-like necklace on his front. 'Is this the leader of the City?!' she made a guess and listened to his words.
"People, I know the times are hard and we have to make sacrifices to the Demons, but this is the will of the Gods! They are testing our belief in them, the strength of our faith. That's why they are sending us the Demons to test our courage in bad times!"
He was looking nervously at the crowd and from the grim looks of the people around him, Miranda knew they are at the verge of stoning him and his words are not reassuring. As an answer to her thoughts a woman cried out,
"They are testing us from months! What if the Demons have really defeated them as they said? Then we can't expect any help from the Gods!"
The people's murmuring sounded even angrier and an egg was thrown to the man. He managed to avoid the egg and it splashed on the wall of the building behind him.
Another woman with a baby in her hands and tears on her face shouted to man,
"Where are the Gods now when we need them? Before there was no illness, no bad times, the streets were clean and the garbage was produced into light and warm! Now everything is filthy, dark and cold! Why do we have to continue giving people to the Demons after they don't care about us? My baby is dieing! And the Demon just looked at me and said that her fate is not his concern! They are taking from us our closest. Soon there will be no one left to plough the fields and we will starve!"
She burst into tears and another woman hugged her, trying to calm her.
At that moment Miranda finally realized what was wrong,
'There are more women here than men! And the fields around the city were bare, no peasants to work there! So they are giving their men to …what?'
The man was looking at the woman with helpless expression, "I am sorry Ronda but the Cure of The Gods gave out last week!"
'So this is their priest', concluded Miranda, 'I wonder how their Gods look like…I bet they are all tall, greenish skin, white haired aliens…But what is that Cure he speaks of?'
The woman with the sick baby…Ronda screamed, "And where is your daughter? Is her faith in the Gods so weak that she vanished at the first sight of the Demons?"
"I don't know where Lira is! I haven't seen her!" the priest responded and continued to speak but Miranda was no longer listening, too deep in thought,
'Regular sacrifices to the Demons. And these Demons don't look like the Wraith …ummm…Gods …but they are not humans too. What if…' she was about to form the next thought when she felt an urgent mind call, recognizing Alarick,
'We found the Wraith! You were right!' picture after picture of his location came through the link and she started running out of the City, 'They have come here with the damaged supply ship and have released the humans from the cocoons. And ten months ago…' he sounded so excited with his discoveries that Miranda almost felt a shame to interrupt him,
'Michael found this world?' she asked.
There was a silence in the link and then Alarick chuckled, 'I should've known you will figure that with that brilliant mind of yours'
'Alarick, if I was McKay from that compliment I would probably go ballistic from my boosted ego…' she felt how the chuckled turned into laugh and a smile appeared on her lips.
She sent him a picture to get serious and noticed how he immediately focused, 'And how is that Wraith?' she asked, reaching the outskirts of the town and heading to the cliffy hill that was just opposite the river.
Alarick's mind pattern changed and he showed her what he was seeing,
The Wraith was on the ground, with sweaty face that was gray and looked unhealthy, his eyes were wide opened at times and the slits nearly covered the yellow irises. An intricate tattoo was glistening on his left cheek. A woman was sitting next to him with worried expression on her face. She was young, with long black hair and dressed like the people Miranda saw in the City.
'So that's where the priest's daughter has been…' she thought, noticing that the Wraith's hair was combed and his leather top and pants looked clean. He was sick but Lira has taken care for him. On his right side was a bowl with water and a sponge for cooling his fevered face and body.
'What's wrong with him?' she frowned and felt how the link became stronger with every step,
'I have never seen or heard or Wraith's sickness?!'
The view disappeared and she felt the distress of Alarick
'Neither do I, at least not since I am born such a thing has ever occurred to the Wraith. He has fever and is coming in and out of consciousness so I can't understand everything but from what I gathered in his moments of clear mind and from the girl Michael has come to this world with a cruiser.
This Wraith and his brothers believing that they have finally been found and sensing a Wraith' like mind went to welcome their brothers. Then the creatures Davos has shown you in his vision emerged from the cruiser and killed two of his brothers. He and the other three were captured and Michael experimented on them some drug that made them sick and …'
Alarick's anger was almost touchable,
'his brothers died in pain from that drug, he was near death too when Michael was called a month a ago and left with his cruiser from that planet dumping the bodies of the death Wraith and this one he was sure will die soon in one rocky place in the North'
She saw the opening of the cave from where the link was coming and breathing heavily ran into the cave. For a moment she stopped there blinking in the dark when she saw the light of the small fire in the bottom of the cave tunnel and headed that way.
In live the sick Wraith was looking even worse. Alarick and his soldiers were a meter away from the sick Wraith with something like fear in their eyes. The girl…Lira was cooling with the sponge his face. Miranda could see she was very pretty and in her attitude to the sick Wraith there was something more than devotion.
'The drug that Michael is testing on these Wraith ten months ago…Hmmm…this is the drug Doctor Beckett has perfected. The Wraith could read minds and Beckett was captured by Michael…' she was thinking, looking at the sick male, 'So that is the sickness in Davos's vision' she was well aware that Alarick is sharing her thoughts and she felt the moment when he stiffened with her memory of the creation of the drug and the role of Beckett and Atlantis in it but he choose to remain silent.
Miranda sat on the stone near the sick Wraith and started a deep thinking voicing it out loud, so the girl and the other Wraith could hear,
"From what I know about the Hoffan drug it destabilize the enzyme that is produced in the hands's gland that enables the Wraith to feed. Sort of instant poison…but how this one has survived the poison?!"
She got up and approached the Wraith, touching him carefully. His skin was dry and hot, she tried to enter his mind but it was like to enter in a vortex.
"Could it be he has some genes useful in blocking the poison? But if that's true then Michael must have noticed them. No…it must be something else…" she looked at the girl and saw the hope in her eyes,
"Lira, tell me did you find him?"
"Yes, when the Demons first appeared in the city I ran here but there was no one. So I waited for months hoping the Gods will return and one day I saw a flying ship that flew in the sky and I followed in that direction. After a day I found the bodies of the Death Gods and the still alive God Lycanor. I dragged his body on a hide nearly a week to this cave and tried to help him. Gave him water, made a soup and cooled his body but he was still sick like the first time I found him. He doesn't eat, just drink a few gulps of water…" Lira's eyes were watering and her hand was automatically rubbing the wet sponge on Lycanor's face.
Miranda noticed the curious looks of Alarick's soldiers when the girl called the Wraith Lycanor.
"And that name of …the God from where it came?" she had to know, too curious to left the subject.
The girl looked at her like this was something everyone knew,
"In the Dawn of the Creation The Gods gave us this world to live on. They provided us with food, shelter and protected us from sickness and hunger. Every God gave from his essence the Elixir of Life so every sick man, woman or child to be healthy. Then the Gods went to sleep testing our courage and faith in them",
The woman was reciting the words almost singing them, obviously quoting a legend or a religious text,
"One of Gods remained half asleep keeping his ear open to the people and always providing us with the Elixir of Life or advice in bad situation. He helped the people to build the village, he found that the water from a well is causing sickness and gave us knowledge how the well to be cleaned and used again for our needs, he fought against the terrible beasts that were attacking our farms and killing people. He was the one that always come to help and was always benevolent. So the people called him Lycanor. In the old language that meant The Wise One. He accepted the name and since that day he is known as Lycanor, The God that is Looking at Us while the other Gods are known as The Sleeping Gods!"
Lira seemed to glow with happiness telling the old legend and Miranda raised her brows,
"And how …the Gods…fed?"
That was always the basic question in Wraith/human relationship.
"They fed upon the criminals so our homes are always safe!"
Miranda looked at Alarick and said,
"It's not something unheard, actually. We knew a world that had such a deal with another Wraith but without the healing and the helping part. With a big dose of screwing up. And if they have been feeding only few Wraith, three of them in hibernation and another one saving his energy then the food requirements haven't been so demanding."
Alarick seemed perturbed by her words thinking about how a group of Wraith has found a way to coexist with humans.
She looked at the trembling Wraith again 'What if…'
Turning to the woman she asked, "Where is that hide on which you have brought Lycanor here?"
Twenty minutes later
Lycanor lay cuddled in the animal hide while the other three Wraith were carrying him, Miranda was leading the group and at the tail was Lira with a bag with her belongings.
When they reached the Jumper the Wraith left to guard it appeared looking curiously at Lycanor and Lira but didn't dare ask questions.
Miranda deactivated the cloak of the Jumper and heard the frightened shriek of Lira. She headed in the Jumper and opened one the hatches in the cargo bay finding the bag with first aid kit. She gasped it and brought it to the sick Wraith that was now landed on the flat cliff. She found the kit with the silicone kit for blood transfusion and few plastic antiseptic pads and looked at Alarick.
He helped her to put the needle in the vein of Lycanor's arm and when he has secured the needle in the vein Miranda brought the other needle to her finger and stuck it through the skin.
One, then many red drops began dripping in the silicone pipe and then into Lycanor's blood stream. Miranda wasn't sure if neither her idea will works nor they could ask Lycanor for his agreement for the treatment because he was delirious.
She theorized that if ones her blood has helped McKay then it could be tested on the Wraith. The idea was that her blood cells are adapting fast even outside of her body in order to combat the intruder in the host body. Jennifer Keller had run blood tests on Rodney once he was recovered and determined that the blood cells were acting like they are searching for a host once they are separate from their main source – Miranda's body.
So in order to find a host they were clearing the ground – it this case the infected with naniets McKay's organism – so they could adapt to the new host without a competition. That's how McKay was cured but without becoming a host because according to Jennifer once McKay's body was cleaned her blood cells tried to adapt but didn't succeed – the body of an ordinary human even the one with implanted Lantean DNA was lacking the necessary DNA's chains that created a friendly environment and the blood cells started disintegrating within minutes leaving the body with its urine and sweat.
Jennifer had experimented on the Wraith's samples they have in storage and was concluded that Wraith's body is not suitable for her blood cells too.
Miranda stopped the dropping blood from her finger and Alarick carefully pulled out the needle from Lycanor's hand and put the plastic antiseptic pad.
Nothing happened for the next ten seconds and Miranda just shook her head,
"Well, at least we tried…"
Lira came closer to her Wraith and put a blanket on him. Suddenly his body was shaken with convulsions so strong that the blanket fell to the ground. His eyes snapped open and a loud shriek came from his mouth. Lira was kneeling with tears streaming down her cheeks and Miranda looked at Alarick,
"Is he dieing?" she shouted out.
"I don't think so! His mind pattern just become less chaotic and …" he stopped when Lycanor's shrieks ended and the Wraith sat up looking bewildered at Lira and Miranda. Then he sensed the other Wraith and his chin dropped from the surprise.
He blinked, "Am I dead?" his voice was coarse.
Alarick was the first to find his ability to speak, "No…We tried …a new method…to undo your sickness. How do you feel?"
All the Wraith and the two women were looking at him when he blinked again and ran some mental check over his body,
"I feel well and I am hungry…" he seemed ashamed from the last statement.
'For the first time I see a Wraith who says that like this is some crime!'
Before anyone could respond Lira took his right hand and put it on her chest, "Feed on me, Lycanor. I will gladly offer my life if you will be healthy again!"
She was afraid but bravely continued to stick his hand to her chest. For everyone surprise Lycanor pulled out his trembling and leaking enzyme hand, clenching it in fist he kept it as far as possible from Lira.
"No..." he whispered the word like he was having difficulties to talk and then again, "No!" This time he sounded more confident and in control, "Don't offer your life, Lira. I would rather die then feed on you!"
He was looking very upset from this display of emotions in front of the other Wraith but his eyes were glowing defiantly.
Alarick's lips nearly trembled with amusement and for a second he and Miranda shared a brief sense of knowing that feeling.
Miranda lowered the zip of her vest and approached Lycanor. He was staring at her in awe, his nostrils were flaring with her scent and she could see he was fighting not to jump and feed upon her. She came closer and looked him in the eyes,
"I allow you to feed" she said and could sense the approval that was radiating from the other Wraith.
Lycanor looked at her like she was crazy but Alarick interfered,
"Listen to her and do what she says, Commander"
Lycanor couldn't stop himself anymore. He grasped with his left hand her shoulder and plunged his feeding hand. The sipping sound of the Wraith's feeding filled the air and Miranda felt the known wave of vitality exploding in her.
His eyes were fixed into hers while he was taking sustenance. Obviously his energy must have been much depleted because he fed longer than any other male Wraith she has encountered and when he was finally satisfied he carefully unstuck his hand from her breasts looking at the rapidly fading feeding mark on her skin.
She got up zipping her vest and he followed, easing his body up with the natural Wraith's grace.
He looked at her with eyes full with questions, then looked at Alarick,
"Things have changed a lot for ten thousand years…"
An Hour Later
Alarick and Miranda have explained things to Lycanor and he was listening to their story in rapt fascination. They have returned to the cave where Lycanor showed them an organic box in which his garments were tidy put. He changed his outfit and put a coat with silver decoration indicating as Alarick told her his rank of Commander of Supply Ship and Lira was happy to assist with his hair.
Lycanor explained that display of vanity that he must look with dignity when he returns to the City.
Then they have all gathered in the Jumper and Miranda has flown it to the City. Lycanor was watching with curiosity the interaction between her and other Wraith but didn't say a word.
She landed the Jumper on the Central Square where she has met the crowd and the priest – she understood from Lira that her father's name is Liyn.
Before the landing she has decloaked the ship and people started gathering around. They emerged from the Jumper and were greeted by Liyn and the astounded citizens.
When the people saw Lycanor a burst of cheers erupted and Liyn knelt with streaming tears over her relieved face, "Oh, Licanor, God of our Life you came back!"
Lycanor raised his hand and the crowd fell silent looking at him with devotion,
"My people I have returned! The Demons forced us to retreat from this world but with the help of others of my kind", he shouted and gestured at Alarick and his Wraith, "Gods of other worlds and with the help of one of the Ancients" this time he pointed at Miranda and made a slight bowl, "I am back here to help you and protect you from the Demons!"
The crowd roared with delight at his words and Lycanor shouted, "Where is the woman named Ronda?"
From the back of the crowd a woman with a bundle in her arms made a quick run to Lycanor with eyes that rivaled the glowing eyes of a hungry Wraith. But her eyes were full of hope.
She extended her hands giving the bundle with the baby to Lycanor and he carefully undid the garments to reveal a tiny baby obviously born prematurely and with blue circles around his eyes and mouth. The baby didn't even cry and his chest was barely moving. He put his feeding hand over the baby's mouth and from the opening of his gland a big oily drop of enzyme leaked down to the opened mouth.
The basic instincts of swallowing were still working in the baby's mind and she gulped. In front of their eyes the change was instantaneous. The blue circles disappeared and the skin of the baby turned healthy pink. She coughed and taking a deep breath emited a scream that made their ears ringing. Then the usual baby cry followed and Lycanor gifted the baby back to his mother, "I think she is hungry!"
The woman was beyond herself with joy and shouted, "I will name her Lycanora!"
'Lycanora?!' Miranda just couldn't stop herself from teasing and she could tell the others felt the same from the teasing smiles of the Wraith.
He gave her a naughty mental smirk, 'That's the name of half of the female babies in the City. I can't stop them from giving that name to their offspring, can I?'
Lycanor just smiled to the crowd and went with Lira and her father on his heels at the house that was the local temple. He performed several more healings of sick humans and then retreated in the house so they could speak with Liyn.
When they were inside, Lira served them a glass with some sweet red juice and with a final smile to Lycanor who was watching her, she went to do her work in the kitchen leaving them and her father to talk.
Lycanor looked seriously at Liyn, "So tell me about the Demons. When will they come for the next group of offerings?"
Liyn bowled respectfully "Three days ago their messenger came in a flying ship and said that after four days – that's tomorrow morning he will come to take two thousand men. So far they have requested only groups of three hundred or a thousand but now…"
Miranda frowned and asked "Did the Demons take women or children?"
Liyn again bowled deeply "Only in the first month they took two women and three children then they stopped doing it and requested only men"
'So Michael is building an army'
"How many Demons are coming for the offerings?" inquired Alarick, obviously he has realized the same thing as Miranda.
"In the beginning they were coming in batches but now comes only one with a ship that produces light and people disappeared in that light. Then he is flying to the sky" Liyn was eager to give information and his whole presence radiated bliss that his God is in his house.
'This means the base where Michael is making his soldiers is not so far away to require a cruiser with hyper drive. That's how he found that world – he has traveling in that remote and unpopulated corner of the Galaxy stumbling upon a treasure – a planet with plenty of humans', mused Miranda, sharing her thoughts with the other Wraith,
'When he captured Teyla he told her when she has accused him of killing all these people that there is more from where they came and can be replenished'
After Liyn explained everything he was dismissed and all the Wraith looked at her.
Miranda sighed, 'Sometimes I wonder how the Wraith Queens keep their laughter from been surrounded by so many expecting orders males!'
The dart hovered over the clearing spot on the meadow that bordered that City's fields. Liyn was waving at the ship and two thousand volunteers from the City were standing nearby.
Obviously even a brainwashed hybrid that was piloting the dart stopped to see why Liyn is so agitated before he does the culling. That was what Miranda plan was counting on. The cloaked Jumper quickly decloaked and fired a series of laser shots at the unsuspecting dart.
The organic vessel hit the marshy ground with a loud whining sound and according to the Jimper's scan the pilot didn't even had a time to send a distressed code.
The rest of the plan performed easy after the first and crucial point.
They captured the dart and managed to repair its damages powering it with the Jumper's energy cells and Alarick offered to pilot it. He found the location of Michael's lab in the dart's computer and as Miranda had suspected it was only an hour away – the forth planet of the system.
Lycanor hugged Lira and waved at the volunteers and entered in the Jumper. He has decided to go with them to help stopping Michael.
The two ships headed to the sky, leaving behind the atmosphere of the planet and into the open space.
Miranda was silent during the trip worrying about Alarick, about something going wrong but she knew there was no other choice.
The sneaking in the base was easy – the code was in the dart's computer and there were no orbital defenses. In the bay dock only one hybrid was waiting and he was quickly stunned and then tied by Alarick's soldiers. One of them was left to guard the two ships and the rest went to find what experiments were performing in the lab.
For her surprise in the whole base there were only three hybrids including the one that was stunned. When they found the main computer terminal she understood why.
Michael has made miracles combining Wraith and Earth technologies. This lab was an automatic factory that was producing thousands of his soldiers for a short period – only a month.
There was meticulously written data with dates of experiments, the killed and the successful ones. From what she could tell the people from Lycanor's world were something like a control group so to be seen the progress of the real test subjects from other worlds. But now after the process was perfected they were going to be turned into hybrids and the women and children killed because turning them was wasting of recourses.
'So Michael is turning only males because they are ideal for soldiers. I wonder is he planning in the future to breed his new stock… Is that why he is leaving on the poisoned worlds the survived population?'
She felt ill when she read about the hundreds of worlds that supplied that lab. Michael hadn't relied only on this planet but has culled much more. The scale of the genocide was monstrous. Just one of seven humans was a successful hybrid the others were killed by the gene experiment. And this was at this stage when the gene treatment was elaborated, on the early stages from the recording a year ago the death toll has been one of a hundred.
There were mentions for three other bases and when counting the number of produced soldiers she felt her hair lift up. More than a million humans had died in the last year not because the Wraith were hungry but to satisfy the need of revenge of the former Wraith.
Lycanor and Alarick went and released the control group of nearly four thousand people and she could tell Lycanor was glad to see them safe and sound.
According to the lab logs a Hive was coming to transport the new batches of hybrid soldiers to a place called The Gathering Point.
She and Alarick agreed that Michael is nearly completed building his army and is on the verge of something big.
'Is this the begging of his Galaxy Conquest Davos showed me?!' she wondered and Alarick interrupted her musings,
'How are we going to capture a Hive? There must have been at least a hundred of hybrids to maintain and operate a Hive?' he sounded doubtful and she could tell he was worrying about her and her upset of the numbers of victims.
Miranda released the hand-pads that navigated into the Wraith computer and looked at the ceiling-tall organic container that was standing in the center of the chamber. The tube was full with bubbling drug that when injected in human's body was turning it into a hybrid. To the tube were attached thousands of organic pipes that have to insert in the humans.
The drug for the big organic container was produced automatically from the lab's devices.
Miranda stared for a few moments at the container and something was stirring in her head. She hasn't felt so agitated from the moment when she executed the mercenary Lort a few moths ago.
Alarick sensed her anger and carefully touched her mind,
'What is wrong?'
She clenched her fists and turned her back to the annoying container, facing the Wraith,
'When the Atlantis Expedition came to that Galaxy Doctor Beckett believed that Wraith are just sick humans that have been bitten by the Iratus Bug and thanks to the neglect of the Ancients and their Seeding Program they haven't been found and cured till it became too late and the Wraith emerged in space!' she told him and Alarick felt his eyes widened in amazement to these misbelieved theories of the Earth's Lanteans.
'Then they found the Hoffan World – a planet that has barely begun its industrial development but with one unique feature – one of the Hoffans has evolved enough to have a gene that produces an enzyme that prevents the Wraith from feeding upon humans. Beckett has been eager to help in synthesizing that gene – something they wouldn't be able to do in the next four hundred years. He's done it for a couple of weeks and then the shit has hit fan as Sheppard would said. They tested it on a captured Wraith and really he couldn't feed. But…'
She started crossing the floor in agitated pace,
'the Wraith died an hour after his attempt to feed upon the infected human volunteer and Hoffans without our consent injected all of their population with that drug killing every second person. Doctor Weir abandoned the project because our goal has been not to kill the Wraith but to cure them from that disease. Two years later Beckett has been sure he has perfected the therapy that will strip the Wraith from their genes and turned them into humans. That's how Michael was created. With good intentions that lead us to Hell…'
She stopped her pacing and looked at Alarick,
'I haven't felt so full of anger even when I had to execute Lorn for his crimes. I felt pity for the Replicators because they were the product of my predecessor's shortsighness but Michael is something entirely different.
He had a chance to start everything anew with Teyla and to learn from our mistakes. But no, her love and the fact she is pregnant with his child are insignificant. More important for him is the quest for dominance. He is doing the same deeds like us but in a scale we haven't even dare to think. He is becoming what he is fighting against.
Davos was right. I can't sit and watch how Michael is chasing into extinction the Wraith and turning the Human Race into brainwashed mindless puppet soldiers. Things are not set in stone.
Sheppard won't be the Last Man of our kind because of our leniency towards Michael. He must be stopped and even killed.
And do you know what?'
This time he saw how her eyes became cold and her stare reminded him of the Queen's look when she was ready to kill,
'After what he has done he has become our Enemy. And I feel no sympathy for the Enemy'
Alarick felt chills running in his mind when the well known of every Wraith words from The Law of the War sounded in his head.
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