Saepeon Alternate Ending
‘I am here,’ Saepeon said. ‘And you are there, though I don’t believe in you. You are yet another trick. A deceit brought upon by my tormenters.’ ‘No,’ Verth replied. ‘I’m as real as you. What are you doing here? What happened to you?’ Saepeon edged his way forward, his head tilting absently in the moonlight that spilled over the empty eye socket. Verth clenched his teeth. Saepeon’s lone eye darted around the carpet of green at Verth’s feet and his hand went to the sword in his tattered cloak. Slowly, as if trying to lull Verth into a false sense of security, he whispered, ‘Those that have been following me all my life have finally appeared, and I was ill-prepared.’ Out came the sword, flashing in the light, sliding like an attachment of Saepeon’s hand through the air. Even in his haggard state, he was still a warrior and had not abandoned his past. He swung toward Verth’s feet, roaring, ‘Damn you, god damn all of you to the depths!’ as the blade sliced through the grass and weeds. Verth lunged aside, and then lurched back as the sword thwacked directly between his feet. ‘Stop!’ he screamed, now crouched onto his side and laying in the lush grass. ‘I haven’t done anything to you. I’ll leave you in peace if that’s what you want.’ Saepeon stumbled for a moment before
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He no longer knew who he could trust anymore. Everyone he met seemed to either be in league with the king or pure wicked, like Hackett. There were so many dead already, and Verth wasn’t sure how his mother or Ahmrey were fairing. But, as his trust in people decreased, his desperation grew, and he’d begun to understand that this was not a task that he could accomplish on his own. He didn’t know what god placed Saepeon in his path, or if it was a god at all, but he couldn’t refuse this opportunity. So, he placed his arm over his knee and put his head close to Saepeon’s and whispered as softly as he could, ‘We both want the same thing. I’ve come for the king as
He no longer knew who he could trust anymore. Everyone he met seemed to either be in league with the king or pure wicked, like Hackett. There were so many dead already, and Verth wasn’t sure how his mother or Ahmrey were fairing. But, as his trust in people decreased, his desperation grew, and he’d begun to understand that this was not a task that he could accomplish on his own. He didn’t know what god placed Saepeon in his path, or if it was a god at all, but he couldn’t refuse this opportunity. So, he placed his arm over his knee and put his head close to Saepeon’s and whispered as softly as he could, ‘We both want the same thing. I’ve come for the king as