(( Part 2 ))<br/><br/>"...The tension in the air was thick but there was silence. My wrists were bound by thick ropes that linked me to my mother's tied hands. A single guard tugged us through a sea of onlookers. They all kept a clear distance from us as if we had some incurable disease. I bent my head low to the ground and followed my mother's footsteps, never daring to look at the faces around me. For I could sense their judgmental glances weighing down on me. We arrived at a ziggurat that stretched high into the heavens. At it's peak was a lone man who was clothed in the richest robes and jewelry money could buy. Even though I could barely see him, he gleamed in the morning sunlight. Next to him his subjects looked like they wore rags. The king held out an outstretched fist. The crowd looked at him with anticipation. As if they knew something I didn't. With a sudden jerk of his wrist he pointed thumbs down. The crowed roared with excitement. My mother and I were pushed down to our knees and forced to bend our heads low to the ground. Drums echoed upon the winds as a figure clad in black approached us from a darkened room. A rolling cloud sealed away the sun and the city took on a more gloomy nature. I managed to catch a glimpse of the king who was not sitting on his throne. I imagined he had a wide grin on his face and what I wouldn't give to take it away from him. The dark figure approached us closer, wielding a giant blade over one shoulder. He looked like death itself. I wanted to scream but when I tried to utter a sound my voice would get caught in my throat. The executioner was now right beside us and he raised his sword high in the air and prepared to cut our heads clean off." Aurion stopped and reached into his satchel and pulled out a strange fruit. After taking a few bites of the juicy snack he resumed his story.<br/><br/>"I believe I had blacked out at that moment because the next thing I can remember is running through a maze of city streets, panicked and lost. There was blood on my tunic and I was following a strange man who was neither elf nor beastial. He told me that --" Aurion was interrupted as the elevator crashed to the ground, splintering into a thousand pieces. "Let's save this conversation for another time. I believe our friends may need our help."