Chapter 321 - The Verses of Victory (II) (2/2)

”Please, Chieftain, I meant no offence!” he said, attempting to placate Gryffyn in his panic, ”I am merely an instrument Sir, an instrument of your great and powerful Tribe! A willing instrument! A proud instrument! I am honoured to even be in your presence, Chieftain!”

The ring of metal pulling from it's sheath rung out over the desperate pleas of the Tribesman. It only served to increase the man's woes. True fear filled his expression as he glanced over at Rima, seeking help from the only other individual in the room.

Rima had seen that look many times before. But it had never been directed at her. Not at the weak little Blue Suns Princess that the Chieftain was intent on calling his daughter. Not the brat who cause enough trouble for the Tribe that she had to be watched by a Djinn just to keep her still. Not the half-blood girl.

Gryffyn raised the sword up.

The Tribesman bowed down, desperately pleading for his life.

Rima's lips moved before she even registered the words, ”Father!”

Gryffyn paused mid-swing, the broadsword swaying in his unsteady arms as his eyes snapped to Rima.

”You called me father,” Gryffyn said.

She had, as much as it disgusted her. As much as she knew it wasn't true. As much as she thought it would be enough to shock the crazed man into compliance.

Rima nodded, ”Father, the smoke, it comes from nearly a third of the grand city you have built. It has been but an hour since it begun. Surely, in your wisdom, you can see that such a disaster is a threat to the safety of your Tribe? After all, a Tribe without a home in the Hava Rastellen…they will be no better than the Blue Suns”.

Gryffyn's sword slowly lowered as he stared at Rima, then his eyes turned to the smoke, ”Yashi will stop it. He will stop it and repair the city when he has taken care of the Vampire”.

Rima's eyes flicked to the Tribesman on the floor who was staring desperately back at her.

”You…you are not wrong, father, the Djinn's powers are enough of course unmatched, but even they cannot bring back the dead, surely we could at least attempt to control the edges of the blaze,�� Rima reasoned.

Rima saw in an instant that it was the wrong thing to say as Gryffyn's crazed gaze turned to her, ”Oh, and you would know all about not bringing back the dead, wouldn't you?” He stepped towards Rima, who unconsciously backed away, ”My Elva…My Bride…That cowardly B*tch!”

Rima backed into one of the columns, the sudden stop frightening her. Gryffyn was upon her before she could move. The Black Sands Chieftain raised his sword by the blade, and swung the hilt down towards her.