dead silence waaaah! I'm sorry, G-chan! I'm sorry! Waaaah! Er, sorry any Garfakcy fans. I love him, too! It just kinda. . . . well, happened. It was flowing so well . . . review? Oh, dear, I can feel the flames. . . .
Endetheme: Anesthesia
Act IV: Human
It was morning.
For the first time in months, the clouds had eased enough to let through sunlight, but the light was thin and grey. The air was chilled enough to frost the grass, and the light did not seem to be affecting the cold at all.
The light glowed around the ruins of the Dragon Castle, spilled across the pale towers, and gathered among the twisted shell of the main palace. Walls had been pulled down and blasted through, arches had been tumbled over. The walkways connecting the buildings were cracked and charred.
In one of the still standing buildings, where the walls still rose from the ground and the ceiling mostly covered the room, there was a table. The fine draperies and tapestries had long been stolen, the beautiful artwork and fanciful furniture either gone or reduced to firewood. Except for the table, there was no whole furniture in the broken room at all.
Around the table, five humans scowled, bodies thick with dirt and dust, and their faces thin with hunger and pain. At their feet lay small trinkets; a stuffed kitten, a small bell, and other seemingly useless items. There was nothing to give them importance, unless on had know their owners.
There was a long silver necklace with five silver dragons on it, each with a colored gem, that had belonged to Lykouleon. There was a seal that had belonged to the Dragon Queen, resting beside a pair of rings. A stuffed kitten that had been Teceous's only remembrance of his younger siblings. A small bell was hung around the neck of a plushie shaped like a white haired man was half on top of a small, carved wooden box. There was only one left in the world who knew what the baubles were, only one person in the world who would want them, but there was no one who could comprehend their existence.
"Stealing things from the Dragon Castle, as well as helping demons. What defense do you have?"
On the table, the figure of a boy was strapped down. The crude ropes dug into fair skin, and the boy's wrists and ankles were torn and bleeding from his struggles. His clothing was ripped, and beneath each tear the skin was open and weeping red tears. Bruises littered his small face, and his green eyes were dazed.
Garfakcy snarled. "Let me GO! Wretched humans, when I - "
The human leader slammed his fist into the boy's stomach, and shoved his nails into the deep cuts through skin and muscle. Garfakcy's body arched, but he made no sound.
"Not so tough now, are ya?" the man jeered. "Without that magic dust of yours, you're not worth anything!"
"How's it feel, getting back what you gave?! How many'd'ya kill, huh?! You killed my husband! You should die! Kill him now!"
"Now, now, we believe in a fair trial." The leader barred his teeth. "Lemme get this straight. You, nameless human boy, were using magic. You broke into a Human stronghold -without- proper identification, and killed two dozen humans before you were subdued. You have been -known- to aid demons against humans. Is that it?"
There was a murmur of conversation from the four other humans, and then:
"You forgot to mention he refuses to answer our questions, Jeck."
"Ah, yes. And you refuse to answer the questions of the team assigned to you. You have one last chance. -Will you answer us-?!"
Garfakcy spat at the leader. "Go die, you worthless piece of trash. When my Lord finds out you've delayed me, your head will be on a platter."
"Gentlemen, and Gentlewoman, the traitor refuses to talk."
There were angry murmurs at the man's words.
"I accuse him of treason against his species, aiding and abetting demons, the murder of twenty-four known and over two hundred suspected humans, larceny, trespassing, etc.. For his sentence, I submit that he be condemned to death by torture." The man smiled cruelly. "Effective immediately."
"Aye!" "Right!" "Exactly so!" "But-"
"Meilione?" The leader frowned at the youngest man. "Perhaps you are an accomplice?!"
"N-no. He's getting what he deserved."
Garfakcy stared at the frightened human eyes, stared at the vicious human leader, and began to laugh.
- To think. . . all of this, and I'll be killed by some humans. . . .-
- Kharl-sama. . . .-
-Kharl-sama, I'm sorry. I failed you.-
-Forgive me, I was too weak. . . .-
Endetheme: Anesthesia
Act IV: End