It is time...

The primes were standing in the midst in all their ‘glory and power’, their undeniable arrogance seeming to take shape and rest on their shoulders like vile beasts resting on the shoulders of monsters. Jenny observed them with disdain as they looked down on the silent and awestruck people before them. She remembered their previous haughtiness when she first met them and their oppressive rule that seemed to make all the people in the pit their glorified slaves. She could only grimly smile; these primes were no better than the aristocrats. Useless, selfish, power-hungry, Arrogant and good for nothing. They deserved punishment, they deserved to die…but maybe not all of them…after all James was there.