Role

Chapter 2

Nighden joined the royal attachment of the Rah guards and his first duty
was in protection of the Lady at the execution of the 'wilders', the name
given to those with chaos in their hearts. His father, he knew, would be
carrying out the executions and his brother, his twin, would be among
those who were to be killed. The ceremonies passed, the executions were
swift and there remained only one more to meet his father's axe.

His brother had approached the block with fear and a will to escape, he
pitied the family link to one who would act so cowardly in the face of
death, no pride shown in a craven death.

A bag had been placed over his head at his mothers request to the Lady,
to allow her husband to carry out his duty with precision and ease at not
seeing his sons face. His stomach lurched at the sight of his brother
needing tied to the block, cowardly and weak. The axe came crashing
down and the head in the bag fell into the basket, it was done, over.

The bodies and heads were usually dumped in the volcano, Nighden had
ventured up to watch but was shocked to count only six when seven had
been killed. He moved towards the servants and looked into the cart while
asking 'Where head in bag?' to which the reply was deafeningly silent. He
grabbed the first servant and stuck his halberd into his leg, pining him to
the ground and repeated his question. He was met with an answer he did
not like but it was an answer, none the less.