Leornars got conscious again, looking around to see that he is on a podium. "A spectacle,a freak!" The people shouted angrily.
He looked back to see his mother,all bruised up, bleeding. She looked at him and gently smiled then uttered " no matter what happens today, promise me you'll never give up on your goal, never lose yourself. And remember am your mother,now till the end of days" Emalian said .
The town's mayor stepped forward holding on to a long sword, he walked to Emalian yanked her hair tugging her forward as he laughed maniacal.
" Dear people of Yorturad , today is our day of retribution, our day of solitude. Today is the day the gods themselves have given us the witch of calamity, Emalian Servs Avantris to our hands as a token. We have had countless days when she was considered as our nation's hero, the woman who was considered to be a god. She who destroyed a mountain by a flick of her finger,now crouches here before us like a dog" he began
" As a token,the people who call themselves ' the council tax ' deprived her to an extent of being powerless, she's basically a woman, like no other . ... Today is not a normal day but AN EXECUTION " he shouted as Leornars tried to get up, the mayor drew out his blade and sliced off her hands as she screamed out in pain. The people laughed.
" MOTHER!!!!"
They laughed more
Leornars looked around at the people,his blood boiled,his anger sheered, he gnashed his teeth and suddenly in a blink of an eye he saw his mother's head rolling to his feet,he had opened her eyes in shock.
He looked at the head, petrified
" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!¡ MOTHER, MOTHER !!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!¡ AAAAAAAHHHH, I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU! EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU! NOT EVEN HELL WILL ACCEPT YOU AFTER AM DONE WITH YOU!!!! I'LL FUCKING KILL ALL OF YOU! AAAAAAAHHHHHH! " Leornars screamed from the top of his voice, he was hit from the head and was unconscious,but as he fell he saw Emalian's body still kneeling as it slowly fell.
Five years passed, Leornars was locked up in the dungeon getting a maximum of two meals a week. His hair had overgrown his skin pale and eyes looked tired .
" two million eight hundred and ninety nine thousand nine hundred and twenty five, " he slowly said.