The Scroll (5)
"Elder Nua,"
An old man in the middle of the crowd had his eyes wide opened and his lips trembling as he witnessed the young blood rabbit lose consciousness in the arena.
"It's all over…" he whispered not hearing the calls of the guards from the sides. They slowly approached the elder. But with the elder's shocked face, he did not even bother fighting back as the guards took him by the arms and dragged him in front of the Moon Princess.
He knelt down. "All over…" he muttered repeatedly as his eyes steadily focused on that small red figure in the center of the arena.
"Now, you can give me the scroll, Elder Nua. Your warriors did not make it." Raei's whispers against the elder's ears were like daggers cutting him into pieces.