Chapter 14

Inside of the room, was a man. He stood upright at five feet, seven inches. His hair had grown less, and spots had taken most of his hair's place.

“Tell me, good Sir, what brings you to cry like a girl?” An unseen person had said from the shadows.

“Because you have tied me up, what would you like me to say?” The man questioned.

The shadow gazed at the man as he fought to get undone from the chains that had him hooked to the ground.

“Sir Johnson, is it?” The shadow asked.

“Yes, and whom am I speaking to, is my question,” the old man gazed at the darkness, and wondered where the shadow was.

“You know me very well, good sir.” He had stepped one foot out from the shadows. “In fact, you had stolen my right to be one of the two people the Council is choosing,” he continued to walk out until his full body had shown.

“You.” he began to cringe from the pain, “are mistaken, sir.”