quaila

"Timothy…", Palmer spoke.

And for the first time fear could be seen in his eyes.

"Hahahaha…… everyone truly has a weakness…", Timothy laughed as he slowly stood with his hand still firmly grabbing Palmer's belly.

Palmer looked at him and couldn't help but wonder how he knew that this was the access point to his unprotected heart.

During a very serious fight, Palmer broke his ribs, precisely the ones protecting his heart.

The impact was so severe his heart was partially displaced; bringing it closer to his belly.

He had only told two persons.

His most trusted advisor, Mercury and his son, Miguel.

Who must have leaked this information?

Was he wrong to have let Mercury out? Could he have really been the threat the visions warned about?

…… Or his son Miguel; but why would Miguel do this?

Could he be that mad about being sent off by him?

Even if he was… is he mad enough to have his own father killed?

Palmer's brain ran to and fro.

……

Meanwhile, outside the Apical stadium was Mercury and Miguel looking for a way in.

"Lord Palmer's in the ring!", They heard some persons from the outside space say excitedly.

"Oh no! It has started!", Miguel said panicked.

"Come with me!", Mercury said as he walked East from the gate.

"Where are you going?!" Miguel asked with a confused expression, still panicking but tagged along.

"What are you thinking?!", Miguel asked Mercury who walked closer to the wall of the stadium having walked some meters away from the gates.

"How good are your jumps?", Mercury looked up at the tall wall.

"Are you insane?! There are guards over the wall; even if I make it over the wall, they'll grab me directly!", Miguel explained aloud.

"Miguel!!", Mercury turned to Miguel with a serious face.

"How good are your jumps?!", He asked again with a serious expression.

On seeing his face, Miguel turned to the wall, looked at it from the bottom up and replied: "…Okay!"

"Can you make the jump?", Mercury asked.

Miguel looked up again, took a deep breath, exhaled and said: "I should!"

"Alright…"

"I'll go back to the main gate right now to increase the comotion, the wall guards are definitely going to come closer to settle the great dispute!", Mercury explained as he turned West; the gates direction.

"Why so sure that these guards are the ones that are going to come up?!", Miguel asked.

"The place having the most guards is the wall area directly beside the outside space; due to the height of the outside space for spectators, that place is packed with guards, and the guards there are fixed, none's allowed to move. Putting the rest wall guards in the best position to make the rescue moves."

"This happened to be among those closest to the gate.", Mercury explained.

On hearing this, Miguel looked up the wall in understanding.

"Alright!", Miguel nodded as he prepared himself to make the jump.

Mercury got to the gate and muttered: "For you old friend!"

Pow!

Blood was seen spraying out of someone's head as he fell to the ground and died; killed by Mercury's quick, precised and force driven stone.

"Violence!!", Some screamed while others withdrew.

Pow!

Another

This time a guards head was burst open.

"Argh!!"

The other guards immediately began to apply force as they threw out punches and kicks, thinking that the mob killed the guard and vice versa.

The mob too began to retaliate and in no time there were bodies on the floor, but from the guards and the mob.

……

"Ughh!!", Palmer exclaimed as he subconsciously held his breath feeling Timothy's grip increased in strength.

"Any last words?!", He asked.

At this time the guards who had been spectating unsure wether to make a move finally began to approach them seeing Palmer's horrific expression.

"Coming closer would only hasten his death!", Timothy said as he gave them a stern look.

"I believe it's safe to say I won this match… isn't it, Lord… Palmer?", Timothy smiled at Palmer.

Palmer who held his breath and could barely speak looked at Timothy and for the moment he didn't even know how or what to reply.

"All you have to do is nod!", Timothy said as he pressed tighter.

Palmer began to subconsciously nod in pains.

"You heard your ruler… I, Timothy Verijah, now own Quaila!", Timothy said with a satisfying smile.

After smiling and looking around at the quiet, sobber and helpless spectators for awhile, he finally turned back to Palmer and said: "Your time is up Palmer!"

Puff!

Palmer coughed out and blood was seen coming out his mouth.

"Lord Palmer!!"

"Dad!"

The voice of two persons were heard as they landed on the stage a minute too late.

To be continued……