Time for the 2nd prompt of the Rule of Three:
Choose ONE OR MORE from the following:
Someone is killed or almost killed.
One of the characters is revealed to be not who he or she is.
A relationship becomes complicated.
A character lies to another on an important matter.
Bannon smiled, the memory of dancing with Jenna at the festival fresh in his mind. We fit well together, he thought. Her blond hair complimented his own. He would have liked it if she’d had blue eyes like him. Or, even better, green eyes. They would make strong sons together though. She is the most beautiful in all of Renaissance. She is worthy.
It didn’t take long for him to reach his destination. Only he knew of it, until his unborn sons were of an age. Even in the dark of night he could find this place easily. Much changed in the Shiavona Dessert every day, but still more didn’t. Following the stars was easy for him.
As easy as following Tyrnin had been.
He knew it was only a matter of time before the boy realized he loved Jenna, and that would create problems. Bannon had prepared for it though. He got lucky when he caught it the day it happened, following Tyrnin to the Espadon where Jenna frequently swam. The look on Tyrnin’s face said it all.
Bannon dismounted and let the reins fall. There was nothing to tie his horse to, but the animal would not wander far. He walked a few feet to the west before he heard boards creaking beneath his feet. A few more steps and he found the ring that would open the hidden door.
He threw it back against the sand and watched as some fell through the spaces between planks. He climbed down the ladder and reached for the lantern. Lighting it cast a dim orange glow over the dungeon.
“How was your day?” he asked the waif bound tight against the opposite wall. Only a couple of weeks and Tyrnin had lost much of his weight. Little water and even less food would do that to the strongest of men, which Tyrnin was not. Not compared to me, he thought.
He walked to the table set against the eastern wall and picked up a pair of pliers stained red with long use. “I forget. Did we do toes last time or fingers? Ah, yes. It’s time for toes again.”
They were far enough away from town, no one heard the screams. Bannon did a good job of hiding this fascination of his. He’d been doing this for years, and no one had the slightest idea. The only people who discovered the truth were the ones Bannon brought down himself. Mostly travelers and beggars, their silence was as certain as the grave.
He dug them himself.
He refused to dig Tyrnin’s before the wedding though. “Only a week left, and then you will be free,” he said, putting the pliers down and picking up a hunting knife. Screams were his only answer most of the time, so it surprised him when Tyrnin spoke.
“Jenna will not wed you,” he said, voice rough and cracking. “She will see the truth of you.”
Bannon looked at Tyrnin for a moment and then nodded. “Even if she does not wed me – which she will – she will most certainly not wed you.”
Very little angered Bannon, but Tyrnin’s words cut him. Jenna had already expressed concern over her friend. The story Bannon had come up with didn’t seem to be enough for her sometimes. Telling her Tyrnin borrowed money and rode off in the night in search of wealth would be enough one night and not another. For that reason, he took extra care to make sure his cuts didn’t go too deep.
Last week’s entry can be found HERE.