The General
Uploaded by prankster on Jun 25, 2002
The name given to him before, what he called bleakness was General Dravam ti’Macnas Bashere. But now every one referred to him as Ti’boh, which meant ugly. His name was Ugly. They thought he couldn’t understand them. They thought Dravam was an ugly deaf git.
Outside he could hear the birds chirping and almost feel the heat of the sun. Ti'boh new what was going on outside. People were visiting their friends and family. Others were walking in the garden admiring the beautiful flowers grown by shredded minds.
He caught a flicker of movement at his minute window. It was his friend. Bird. Bird was a Red Crested Wren; it had a tiny beak that would peck at the crumbs left on his chest. Looking past Bird, Ti'boh could make out nine parts of a very beautiful sun. The window had curtains of steel.
Steel.
Ti'boh could vaguely remember something about steel… the ring of steel…
The ring of steel hung in the air as he drew his sword. But he was barely aware of it. He new his opponent and the style he used. Jec was a formidable opponent. Both were well trained to the sword, both were near blade-master level already.
Both stood on the balls of their feet ready to strike and defend. Quick as a fox Jec swung high. It was easily blocked. Getting in the right position he swung. Rising Sun met Startled Duck. As both near blade-masters swords hit he pivoted on his left foot and swung his right into Jecs’ ribcage. With a gasp of pain Jec quickly backed away.
Jec was at a disadvantage, as he had not had training by a master of hand and feet fighting.
Jec was blood soaked. Blood. Blood everywhere. Blood clothed. Blood clad. His hair was matted with the stuff.
As Jec got a firm right in the ribs the point of a sword plunged into his heart. As always whenever he killed someone a pain unlike any felt on the flesh took hold of him. He felt like crying. The last thing Jec ever saw was the watery eye of his best friend looking at him with a grave expression on his face.
Yes. Dravam ti’Macnas Bashere had just killed his best friend. Another victim of this cannibalistic sadist society people called civilized.
Looking into the crowd surrounding him, Dravam could think of nothing but pigs. Pigs, the lot of them. Driven...