While Sparta was just up the road, Sam decided to ease the tension by asking a round of seemingly harmless questions to Liliana.
“Hey, what was your dad like?”
“What, Why do you want to know about my dad?”
“I’m just trying to get to know you better,” Sam said with a smile.
“Well, my dad was always hard on me. He was one of the best warriors in my village and wasn’t a very nice man. You probably learned that when you saw him. He taught me everything I know today.”
“What about your mom?”
“I don’t want to talk about my mother, we never got along very well. She was always very cruel to me and my father. I never lived with her, just saw her from time to time.” Liliana said with discomfort. “What about your mom, Sam?”
“Well, she was a wench, so I never saw her that much either. I lived with my grandpa for most of my life. I thought the king was my father, but he’s not. I believe the Dragon King is out there with answers to my many questions.”
“Don’t worry, Sam. We will find your real father. We don’t have time to search for him now, but we will, you have to trust me. We’ve been partners for quite a while now, and I will always help you.”
“Thanks,” Sam replied with a smile.
“You know back home, we Okyrians would welcome you if you’d want to visit me. We’re not as as hostile as you Tzarians.”
“Oh we’re okay with outsiders, its just with all the invasions we have to watch our own.” Liliana said.
The two continued down the road discussing their own respective pasts and futures. The Spartans awaited the two, including myself. I’ve met one of their Kings before, stubborn fellow, he did not want to see me when I did. He begged me to give him more time, so I did. He told me he would be ready next time. I gave him two more days, and at night’s last legs, I was to come for him. So I waited until that one night, and I went to find him. The air was brisker than usual, the hyenas laughter ran through the sky. I found him in his home, having dinner with his wife and son. I called him out so we could go, of course he wasn’t ready. He asked for more time once more, but I denied him this. His family came outside and discovered me. I told them that it was time for your dad to go, and you will see him soon. They did not want me to take him, sobbing and crying hysterically. I hated this scene, so I made them a deal. I told them that I would trade this man’s life for another. I stuck out my cold barren hand, waiting for an answer. I stood there for about a minute then I finally got my body. The wife had stabbed the poor bastard with a butcher knife, that was just used to cut the man’s dinner. He laid there dying while his wife was shaking my hand. I took the man, while his wife and son entered the house again. The fool thought he would be okay with Death, truth is, nobody can. You just have to try, even though you’ll fail miserably, its a little easier to accept it when you do. I guess the moral of this story is, never turn your back on your wife, because she might be carrying a knife....
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