Prisoner—2

"well, there's good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first" I hesitated "bad news first, let's hear it king." I said. He laughed lightly "Athalar it is not my fault number one. Your entire family was murdered three days ago. You have been here four days. No one was spared, every guard and maid were killed merciless. Even those who were not there that day were killed. We are trying to capture the culprits as we speak." My world sank. It was not because my parents were dead, no it was because innocent people died. My parents had it coming from the day they took from the poor. Those people families are heartbroken, all they ever did was try to make money for their families.

"The good news is that you are my prisoner now. Since I took you away from there you were not killed." He took few seconds to size me up. " If you be a good prisoner and answer my questions, I will reward you but if you do the opposite I will punish you." He said. I had decided than and there that I would not speak a word to him, even if it meant my death.

"You will be taken by highly trained maids and warriors to be groomed once a week. You will be given food once a day and that is all." He laid the lantern by my cell and slowly walked away. Right before he was out of my view he said " I am Alexander Grime and I will use you to my advantage whether you like it or not." He left. I sat in silence for a long while. Slowly I stood up. I looked at my tattered gown and touched my tangled hair. "I will get revenge on those who killed those people, no matter who they are" I said to myself almost in a whisper. I walked around the cell which would now be my home. I saw a window. I tore a piece of clothe from my dress and wrapped my hands. Grabbing the bars on the window still I tried to do pull up's. When I was ten my father trained me vigorously for years. I never had any interest in it but now I will be relentless.

I am relentless.