The Hidden Truth
Chapter 17: the inescapability of fate
**Palace**
Edi laid in a corner of her prison. Her grey eyes were dull and lost any sparkle. She looked haunted. Blood was glued to her face, body and brown hair. Only with precise regard, someone could see, that she was taking ragged breaths and still alive. She was so still. She was challenging Draju's patience because, she didn't tell him a word about the remaining of the wanted persons. Even if she didn't like Kyah, she realised, that the girl was the only one, who could stop this mad man from massacring the whole population. A small groan escaped her battered form, when she tried to shift her position. She was going to die, nobody could her save her now from her fate. She knew of her determined and unchangeable destiny, but she accepted it. Nevertheless she was afraid. Her injuries were severe and with the constant torture she wouldn't make it through the next week. Of course, she could betray her brother and his companions, but this wasn't an option she supposed to chose. She refused to say anything, she even didn't make a sound during her torment. This was what king Draju made furious. The fact, that she didn't scream out in pain, made everything worse for her because she didn't give him his wanted satisfaction. She wouldn't let a single sound slip from her mouth. They could chain her to this cell, they could torture her with each nasty instrument, but they would not break her will, she would not betray her beloved brother.
Two drunk guards neared the cell. They were talking very loud to each other and seemed to stagger.
"Come on, scum stand up and follow us!", the first one said hiccupping to the woman.
"Yes, the King is waiting for you in his guestroom!", the other one blabbered back
"This was a great joke, Agricus!", the first laughed, his breath full of alcohol and foulness.
They pulled the fragile woman to her feet and pushed her to the long cold floor, which led to the main building of the palace. If she hadn't been so weak, she would have fled by now. Edi tried to concentrate on the long walk. She would face the king standing.
When they arrived in front of the throne-room. They soldiers tried to compose themselves and to look sober. They straightened their uniforms and became more violent to their prisoner. The door opened and the three went in. The fat king was sitting in his throne, which he loved more than anything else. He was glancing at Edi and mocked her by making a faked compassionate face.
"So my young friend, will you speak now? Or do you chose to stay silent?", the despot said waiting a few more moments to speak again. He knew, that this mute object in front of him was his last chance to get the two wanted persons, but he couldn't show it to Edi. He had to act as if he had another triumphs somewhere in his sleeves. Deep down inside of him he was a desperate man, a volcano, who was going to explode, if he didn't get a suitable answer of this prisoner. But his outer appearance would even have fooled his mother. If he didn't get an answer with violence alone, he had to stop his fair-play and had to intersperse the game with some fouls. He was going to bluff.
" I suppose, that I won't get an answer from you. Well it doesn't matter anymore. I know, where our friends are." He said and looked back at her. Edi's grey eyes were becoming big and her mouth started to shake.
"I will send an army after them and destroy them and after their death I will defeat the rest of you!", he said grinning like a devil. Edi cleared her throat and dared to speak. She was too weak too realise the intention of the monster.
"Who told you?", she asked in an almost inaudible voice.
"My scouts spied them… ", he only hoped, that the woman in front of him was losing her nerves. He watched her carefully, when she dropped to her knees.
"I told Det, that he shouldn't go with them, I told him, that you would know their destination before they could reach it." she sobbed. The king was reaching his aim step by step.
So they were still on their way. The king pressed a bit more. He had only three days left before the ship with the other Jedi arrived and by then Obi- Wan Kenobi and Kyah had to be cold and buried.
"What a wise advice, you gave your brother, but it won't save you or little Det. You failed, Darling!", he said with a very deep voice. This was too much for the hurt Edi.
"Please, Det forgive me!" she cried through the room. "I shouldn't have let you go with Kyah. I told you not to got to the ghost-villages! Come back, come back!", she yelled into the emptiness.
King Draju shook his head, he was so good. It only would take three days to get to the villages from the palace, but they would be enough to get rid of the two! NO! Three rebels
Tbc…
Chapter 17: the inescapability of fate
**Palace**
Edi laid in a corner of her prison. Her grey eyes were dull and lost any sparkle. She looked haunted. Blood was glued to her face, body and brown hair. Only with precise regard, someone could see, that she was taking ragged breaths and still alive. She was so still. She was challenging Draju's patience because, she didn't tell him a word about the remaining of the wanted persons. Even if she didn't like Kyah, she realised, that the girl was the only one, who could stop this mad man from massacring the whole population. A small groan escaped her battered form, when she tried to shift her position. She was going to die, nobody could her save her now from her fate. She knew of her determined and unchangeable destiny, but she accepted it. Nevertheless she was afraid. Her injuries were severe and with the constant torture she wouldn't make it through the next week. Of course, she could betray her brother and his companions, but this wasn't an option she supposed to chose. She refused to say anything, she even didn't make a sound during her torment. This was what king Draju made furious. The fact, that she didn't scream out in pain, made everything worse for her because she didn't give him his wanted satisfaction. She wouldn't let a single sound slip from her mouth. They could chain her to this cell, they could torture her with each nasty instrument, but they would not break her will, she would not betray her beloved brother.
Two drunk guards neared the cell. They were talking very loud to each other and seemed to stagger.
"Come on, scum stand up and follow us!", the first one said hiccupping to the woman.
"Yes, the King is waiting for you in his guestroom!", the other one blabbered back
"This was a great joke, Agricus!", the first laughed, his breath full of alcohol and foulness.
They pulled the fragile woman to her feet and pushed her to the long cold floor, which led to the main building of the palace. If she hadn't been so weak, she would have fled by now. Edi tried to concentrate on the long walk. She would face the king standing.
When they arrived in front of the throne-room. They soldiers tried to compose themselves and to look sober. They straightened their uniforms and became more violent to their prisoner. The door opened and the three went in. The fat king was sitting in his throne, which he loved more than anything else. He was glancing at Edi and mocked her by making a faked compassionate face.
"So my young friend, will you speak now? Or do you chose to stay silent?", the despot said waiting a few more moments to speak again. He knew, that this mute object in front of him was his last chance to get the two wanted persons, but he couldn't show it to Edi. He had to act as if he had another triumphs somewhere in his sleeves. Deep down inside of him he was a desperate man, a volcano, who was going to explode, if he didn't get a suitable answer of this prisoner. But his outer appearance would even have fooled his mother. If he didn't get an answer with violence alone, he had to stop his fair-play and had to intersperse the game with some fouls. He was going to bluff.
" I suppose, that I won't get an answer from you. Well it doesn't matter anymore. I know, where our friends are." He said and looked back at her. Edi's grey eyes were becoming big and her mouth started to shake.
"I will send an army after them and destroy them and after their death I will defeat the rest of you!", he said grinning like a devil. Edi cleared her throat and dared to speak. She was too weak too realise the intention of the monster.
"Who told you?", she asked in an almost inaudible voice.
"My scouts spied them… ", he only hoped, that the woman in front of him was losing her nerves. He watched her carefully, when she dropped to her knees.
"I told Det, that he shouldn't go with them, I told him, that you would know their destination before they could reach it." she sobbed. The king was reaching his aim step by step.
So they were still on their way. The king pressed a bit more. He had only three days left before the ship with the other Jedi arrived and by then Obi- Wan Kenobi and Kyah had to be cold and buried.
"What a wise advice, you gave your brother, but it won't save you or little Det. You failed, Darling!", he said with a very deep voice. This was too much for the hurt Edi.
"Please, Det forgive me!" she cried through the room. "I shouldn't have let you go with Kyah. I told you not to got to the ghost-villages! Come back, come back!", she yelled into the emptiness.
King Draju shook his head, he was so good. It only would take three days to get to the villages from the palace, but they would be enough to get rid of the two! NO! Three rebels
Tbc…