Chapter 203 (1/2)

Chapter 203

Chapter 203: A Poem

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The hallas quiet as everyone’s gaze followed the long crooked finger to me

I furrowedto think of why Rahdeas would want to speak to me and what he could possibly say toup the entire dwarven kingdo me to clean up his unwiped ass, who is he to declare who he wants to speak to,” Buhnd growled

“Do you think he’s ai to make some sort of deal with General Arthur?” Blaine asked

“I doubt it If he wanted to strike a deal, he’d have aso with Commander Virion or anyone else in the Council,” Merial answered

“Perhaps it’s because of your ties with Elijah?” Virion wondered

“That’s… what I’hed

In the ather our attention “Councilmembers and lance It would be an understateet the traitor to talk Perhaps it’s best we capitalize in my—this achievement and talk to him while he’s still able?”

“Lead the way, Gentry,” I said, walking through the reinforced doors

Bearing through the faeon, I walked silently behind Gentry while the rest begrudgingly stayed behind Gentrythe lower levels where Uto and Rahdeas were held to open the door

Taking a deep breath, I waited for Gentry to carefully unlock the cell barely the size of a shoe closet

“I will be on standby just outside the door, General Arthur I’ anything else, ” Gentry warned before stepping aside as he opened the cell door

I waited until the old aze to the kneeled man in cuffs “Rahdeas”

The man twitched at the sound of his naratitude for your time and presence,” he dipped his head respectfully “Allow in?” I asked, but the uard up, uneasy because of his odd behavior

“A lad of huan, finally lifting his head “Within, however, he wasashes of a particular fiery fowl”

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“And as with all heroes-to-be, the lad had the looks and the lad had the ht” Rahdeas stretched out an arht hiht”

I watched, dumbstruck, as the tortured ot deeper, darker “That is, until the day cae to taer contain,

The lad’s fire that wished to reign”

“So they took up their bags and wished their sood luck,” Rahdeas let out a breath “But woe, as all stories go, tragedy struck”

“Rahdeas,” I called out, but was silenced by a raised finger

The man continued “But never fret, never doubt, because as all stories go, a hero never drops out

“So he grows and grows,

Through his heartache and his death throes,

Never ceasing, overcoht above us “Alas, every light needs a shadow,

Every hero needs a foe

“The brighter the light,

The darker its night”

Finally locking gazes with rin “But I ask you this, hero-to-be

What happens when your foe, who has crossed both tihter than thee?

“Perhaps a fair ht,

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Is another one’s deadly blight,

And the side of dark and the light,

Is just a ht?”

An uncoered as he finished his—for a lack of a better word—perforet weirder, Rahdeas, his arrabbed lossy soulless eyes turned into crescents as he sood, you’re real I was afraid you were just another illusion and that one to waste”