A Hunt
Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 12:00 am
Back in his small office deep inside the prison Julius Ahestes locks the door, preparing a new folder. There is no number on it, no name.
Looking down on it Julius realizes he is alone. He cannot involve those few he trust this time, too great is the danger, too dishonourable what he knows must be done.
For some time now he has looked to the upper planes for advice, for guidance but recent events planted doubts into his hearts.
All he found up there were empty phrases and fearful hearts. So it is up to him now to act, to do something. He is alone.
This thought returns and the certainty makes him smile- not a friendly, polite smile but more a wolfish snarl. He has nothing to lose and perhaps the first time in his life he really feels free.
Tucking the folder under his arm he makes his way to the archive, his step sure, his posture confident, no longer hiding the anger inside him, no longer supressing his agressive sides.
His hunt has begun
Looking down on it Julius realizes he is alone. He cannot involve those few he trust this time, too great is the danger, too dishonourable what he knows must be done.
For some time now he has looked to the upper planes for advice, for guidance but recent events planted doubts into his hearts.
All he found up there were empty phrases and fearful hearts. So it is up to him now to act, to do something. He is alone.
This thought returns and the certainty makes him smile- not a friendly, polite smile but more a wolfish snarl. He has nothing to lose and perhaps the first time in his life he really feels free.
Tucking the folder under his arm he makes his way to the archive, his step sure, his posture confident, no longer hiding the anger inside him, no longer supressing his agressive sides.
His hunt has begun