Role

Chapter 2

Crimson flecks of blood dotted the light brown gravel in a wide arc. As the flecks of blood moved inward
from the outermost edges of the arc they began to collect together to form larger dollops of blood until
they merged into one large pool saturating the earth underneath the remnants of a horribly mutilated
arial torso. Pieces of entrails hung loosely from the now empty chest cavity suspended in the air by
ropes tied around the busted and mangled arms

The sound of footsteps made Jastyna look up from her painting to see her father enter into her private
chambers. Dizra noticed her painting, nodded his approval and said Such talent you have my daughter.
You have the mind of a warrior but the heart of an artist. You put such life into the painting! Dizra
examined the painting a moment before continuing That fool betrayed the Flock and earned his due. He
got greedy, my daughter, and tried to rise above his place without earning it. Tell me when you have
finished this painting. I wish to display it to the rest of the Flock so they may find inspiration in what we
did this day to protect the Flock. With that, Dizra left, leaving Jastyna smiling, she looked upon the
painting of the dead arials torso and felt the pride swell in her at the thought that her art could be
inspirational.