"Oh he is hiding behind the tree!" Said one the little girls he had played with. "Let him hide!" responded one of his friends.
A conversation between Salathe Kankas, Emily Xahep, and Mortanyia Celleachan commenced. Exsplaining how horrible of a child Olar was.
In a blind rage, he ran up to Mephistus, pointing his infamous drow blade at him. Being only four feet tall, this was at the stomach range. "You are completely worthless!" Exsplaimed the boy, tearing up.
"Why i should not lunge this through you?"
"Because it would be letting your rage win, the one thing you do not want." The man said the same thing he had always told him.
"It doesn't matter. The last thing i can do before Pendar or someone else kills me is jab something through the same man who let me down!"
Mephistus growls at him. "Let you down?"
"You SAID you could bless the wand. Thats all i needed to prevent this whole mess from happening!"
"How pitiful can you get? Theres always blains in others isn't there?
and OH, lets not forget, its not your fault you cannot control your petty emotions." Said mephistus sarcastically.
"Indeed. And here i was, thinking by my orchard, that everything would be alright if i just talked to you.
You can rid a man of demons.
You can cast the best spells.
But you CANT bless a little boys WAND!?"
"Yes but it would acomplish nothing."
"Exactly! I would have done NOTHING to harm my friends"
"You would still be a slave to your blood"
"That's better then what I do on my rampages!
But no matter. I'm doomed. I see Salathe sneaking up on me," Olar was right with his first comment, but he was wrong on Salathe sneaking up on him. Salathe had only taken one or two steps, but it was supposed to help his argument. "Do you want my pity boy?"
"No. I want your blood to cover me!" With that Olar jabbed Mephistus with the dark blade. A direct hit to the stomach. He left the blade in his wound. "You've.. ugh.. acomplished nothing" gasped Mephistus. Feeling the end of the sword. While the entire commotion was going on, the two friends that wished nothing more then the little boy's demise were screaming, telling him not to make one more motion.
"Look firmilar Salathe?" taunted Olar. The injury was the same blade Salathe had given him for a present.
Salathe looked at the blade, and did nothing more then mutter some fowl launage under his breathe.
"Do you want a sword through your chest boy?" Said Salathe, glaring at him while others screamed about the ninth victim from the exicutioner.
"I know your going to it anyways," Smarted the child.
Olar sat down, chuckling. He whiped some tears from his face, and rubbed some blood off his arms, and removing his favorite head ring.
Salathe was preoccupied with the other attack that moment, and during this, olar took out the blade from Mephistus, and shoved it into him again.
Salathe threatened Olar. A conversation occurred between the two, nothing but sympathy pleas and death threats rained on them. And finally, the lizard got fed up with the whole thing, and in two swipes, there was a boy, laying limp on the shop front, that only wanted to be normal.
