CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE:
The Verdict
2/25/2014
AN: I'm sorry this took so long guys, I've hit a little bit of a writers block, so I decided to just sit down and type and hope something cranks out of this brain of mine.
As always, credit and thanks goes to my Lord Jesus Christ for helping me with ideas…..because he's awesome like that. J
Also, since this chapter is so short, I will try to post the next one very soon (hopefully today as well)
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THE THRONE ROOM
Tarakan, the current King of the Juunani, lounged on his ebony throne, looking down on their prisoners with coolly veiled interest. Word had come to him about their captives and he had sent word back that they were to be brought before him (as was custom) for his judgment.
There was no doubt in his mind that the alpha male (still glowering at him with those glowing eyes) would make good sport….perhaps too good. There was death in those shining eyes.
Tarakan had not become King of the Juunani without having good instincts and an above-average ability to size up his enemies and opponents. One did not become King of the Juunani easily, and this alpha uplander was making his instincts sit up and take notice. `Kill him now…..`
…..but it had been a long, long time since the last uplands had come to their lands (the geologists) and his people were antsy and edgy and ready for another round of 'the games'. It had been too long.
The alpha of these silly uplanders would no doubt be ready to fight immediately, but the others in the group seemed pale and weak and shaking. He scoffed at the youngest child who was shivering up against the alpha uplanders back and made his decision;
"**Take them to the cells. Feed them and give them drink. Once they have rested train them. We will see what kind of sport they give then.**"
The Juunani let out a loud cheer.
