Battle Cry

Thallan's laughter came over the voice amp sending another round of shivers down everyone's backs.

"How did you find out? Who told you?" He stared at his youngest son.

"Does that matter?" Ailwin responded, keeping his voice steady and smooth.

"I guess not…." 

"Why are you here….Rychell." Ailwin decided to continue calling his father by his former name. It will serve as a reminder of who he is dealing with.

Thallan's eyes harden. Every time, Ailwin called him by his old name it irked him. Making him remembered that old worn out body that he had to live in for such a long time.

"Heh...right, we should get this over quickly." Thallan muttered.

Looking at his youngest son, Thallan smiled. "I have come to the decision that we will be taking over this city. You need to open the gates to welcome us while we are still being nice."

They all stared down at King Thallan, unable to believe his audacity.