Judgement of His People

[SoF]

As these two young raiders argued and the rest of the crowd joined them, the main hall was filled with confusion. The Great Sheik was sitting down silently on his jeweled throne, playing on his finger with a silver ring with jade encrust, and drinking rakia from his golden cup, appearing unaffacted from the scene. Adrian's face was still touching the ground, no reaction from him could be seen either. After staring at this pitiful man for a while, Sheik Lerdi suddenly stood up fiercely, crushed the golden cup to the throne, spilling the drink and creating a loud noise in the process.

"ENOUGH!" he shouted. "I've heard it all. I am passing the judgement on my vassal now." he seated himself on the throne again, his back straightened, a majestic look on his face. The crowd was anticipating his decision with hungry looks in their eyes.
"Considering his services to the raiders, being one of the core members of our order, Adrian Thrax will be spared of shameful stoning... Instead he will be granted a quick and painless death, by the blade of the executioner." his voice was clear and his manner was strict.

The crowd cheered when they heard the sheik's decision, though some were dissappointed because they learned that they can't throw stones today... It was alright, they did it yesterday, and would probably do it tomorrow for another unlucky 'friend'...

Sheik Lerdi sighed, trying to appear bored, then raised his hand once again. From the black gates a giant man was summoned, a dark mask was hiding his face, his upper body was naked showing a huge belly, on his brawny arms he carried a sharpened and cruel looking axe, nearly as big as himself. The crowd went silent as they saw this disturbing creature, the people in front of him quickly rushed away to open up a way for him into the circle.

Two raiders, who were forcing him to bow down, now harshly raised him. Adrian's face couldn't be seen as it was covered by his hair. He was dragged to the platform where he would draw his last breath. The giant man took his position next to the platform, raised his axe and slashed it down once, getting himself ready for the much anticipated strike. The raiders held Adrian down to the platform, his neck was now touching to the cold wooden like object which had seen many uses.

Adrian couldn't help but think about those who were in his position before. He wasn't afraid, he wasn't feeling angry either now, he was a bit surprised by what is happening and what kinda demon his people were being fooled by. In truth, Adrian died way earlier than that day, when his tribe was drawn to a line, executed one by one, when he was made to watch the burning of his wife Aisha, and the beheading of his father... just like himself...

He would soon die because he did the same thing as his father, how he was like him even though he was just a bastard, not even considered a proper heir... They called him the Bastard Prince of Thrax, riddiculed him. And here he was now, the only remaining member... Prince of the soon to be extinct tribe Thrax...

Adrian who was deeply lost in thoughts came to himself when he heard the strict voice of the Sheik.

"Any last words... Adrian Thrax?" the Sheik asked...

For the first time Adrian raised his head to scan the people surrounding him. He soon found the man he was searching for... Bassam Hussaini. He was obviously in high 'spirits', looking pleased with the way things are going. Adrian looked into Bassam's eyes, amused by his little secret. Concentrated, trying to remember the time he killed the 'holy gods' Anunnaki... oh how he enjoyed it, the sweet feeling of revenge.... how many he squished there he lost the count. While thinking about that, he gathered his strength to voice his last words.

"That's beyond kinky, son" he winked and grinned.

The look on Bassam's face was a sight to see, though it only lasted a mere few seconds. As soon as Adrian spoke his last words, the executioner raised his axe, slashed it down for the last time. The time stopped like earlier, it wasn't fun to watch his tribe being torn apart for hours while the axe was slowly moving its blade closer to his neck. Finally a loud noise, the blade hitting the platform, the red paint on people's faces, and a son was returning home. His shell was thrown into the void, he flew away silently, following the warm light towards the sun and allowing himself to be embraced.