03-17-2016, 10:22 PM
fall on your knees…oh hear the angel voices
He wasn’t prone to begging, but he had long since learned that desperate times called for desperate measures. He had failed his kingdom, and the weight of that alone was enough to crush his soul. There would never be enough lifetimes for him to right all of his wrongs, but perhaps he could start trying now. Start here in the cold dark forest of an enemy kingdom, lying at the feet of an enemy king. If he only had one more breath in his body, he would use it to beg for the help he so desperately needed.
He could barely hear the winged stallions hoof falls over his own ragged breathing. It took an immense effort for him to open his eyes but he did, struggling to focus on the spotted king. There were things that needed doing, wrongs that needed righting, and Mast would not do it from the forest floor. Ignoring the sarcasm in Demian’s voice Mast struggled to his feet. It would appear that the grey had risen at the others request, but to the contrary; Mast had some small amount of dignity left within his ailing body. “I was only lying dead because of your bone-winged decoy and froth-jawed pack of wolves.” Mast choked, shivering slightly from the copious amounts of blood lost. Even still it flowed freely down his chest and legs but for the time being he ignored it, ignored the physical pain. It paled in comparison to mental anguish anyways. Coughing once he turned his glazed eyes back to Demian, steeling himself for the words he knew he needed to say. They tasted like bile, hot and sour; but he longed to spit them out. Finally when it seemed he could hold them in no longer, they spilled from his mouth. “I asked for help. My kingdom is struggling. This war has changed everything. I have a proposal.” he said, his voice strong even as his knees shook. “Give me the Valleys alliance, and I will give you not only my daughter, but my throne as well. Topsail can stay here; rumor has it your queen as been more than absent. She is strong, and a telepath. But the Valley must align with the Gates for her to stay, and for you to take my throne.”
The words tasted bitter, and he hated himself for even saying them.
M A S T
King of Heavens Gates