Death of the Titans
-Richard
“Eh? What’s that?” I asked, getting out of my bed.
“Get out of bed, you lazy bum. There’s a visitor at the door.” Said my wife. I was instantly wide awake. We mercenaries live for our visitors, because they are usually customers. I started to get dressed, which is always a difficulty; because there are so many things to put on to make yourself presentable; first the tunic, then the leather armor, then the breastplate, and finally the sword on your back.
“Hey, guy, It’s pretty early in the morning, so unless you have a really big job- King Merci!” I bowed. “What do you desire, milord?” Why is he here? I thought.
“Richard, you have been hired. You are one of our best mercenaries, and someone from Humania has asked you to come to him.” King Merci said.
“Humania?!?” I exclaimed. “But what about the exile?”
“This man has political power. He has eased the laws so that you may enter.” Said the King. “He will be paying thirty thousand platinum pieces.”
“Thirty thousand?” I asked. “So, we split it fifty/fifty?”
“Yes.”
“Could I borrow the Gun?”
“Yes. You might need it considering what you are being paid.”
“Where’s the contract?”
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-Kronos
“Well, the prophecy may come true or maybe not.” I looked into my Orb of Viewing. “He wishes to activate the Death? Helios!” I called for the Titan of Sun.
“Yes, Lord Kronos?” The Titan asked.
“Increase the guard near the Death’s gate. Also, add some ballistae on its beach and put mages in the ranks.” I commanded.
“Yes sir. It shall be done.” He then diapeared like a ray of sun.
“Good riddance.” I said, under my breath.
