The Shadow of the Accursed Executioner

Chapter 28: The Hidden Light

Its outer wall, spanning out as far, like an illusionary of solely straightness, round as till an eventual become of rounding from as far as the eye, one ought, can believes have perceives, if appearing before the entrance of the Capital, if one were as miniature as an Unkin of ant. Its portcullis, like an imbedment of grey disguise through its stones of paste greys. Of greys, however, like the walls themselves were like lying whites and to smears upon of thoughtless and faint reds. As one did as miniature to appeared before its layered portcullis on a brown and black-scarred horse were below of a woman, with coal-dark complexion, wearing behind a mask of a displaying half-smile, along in one eye, of through her mask that were of a full smile. As too, the other eye like a symbol of half-squares, rising. Like treads of ascending stairs and, in too those ascending stairs, mirroring, from her opposing half smile. And, wearing a full dark of lined whites, slender. And, for that had caused her seemed taller slightly. Beneath mail.
        But, while through the wall, it as high like many secretly merged pillars if had pierced upend these skies, into its many mostly whites, of overcast...had the wall...but to have blinked, from in a hole through the wall by to the seeing speck of an eye. Now, but as the eye to have blinked once more, again, the hole, that were next with beside, with the blending portcullis through the wall. And as then but the eye to have vanished off away with a hardly glint once more. The eye, however, reappearing into another of the holes, whilst the woman upon the side of the Lands of Outer remains upon her steed... in patience. And all until as the eye to would glints off away again, swifter.
        Now, where the eye no longer to have appeared but as a silence at into the stature of this greatly blended portcullis from its wall of varied and fib greys... Until.
        Nevertheless, by who it was Dargon the Paranoid. Of whom, were through this wall as the eye, were his name. Thus beginning so they to have raised up the portcullis through a mystery of silent mechanism, but the portcullis, exception to it starting within its rise yet in a fell-like of collapsing and steely roar to had sounded, then what sounds, from what sounded through inside, from in its pitch-black archway through its wall, until, of to echoing murmurs... were, of to the hearings... of civilization. Now, for as the dark and masked woman to on treads on toward its end... that until, after, through its bright, and a gape reveal... to have reach until its revealing... of to glittering, cobblestones, within.

Whilst along went the dark and masked woman passing throughout these labyrinthine sectors, as while the people heeds not, an even an attention upon her presence...

Till eventually now as she would paused to the ride of her brown and black-scarred horse. Until, then, to have unmount to her steed behind a wall, after a many a sectors, to had delved been depth through...

For to have left to her horse before the starts into a tight-lane alley. Which were as dark, and as shady, as too its murks through the air...

Horcarpkupcut's Sector

There here are the children of this sector put gathered around in an order of roughly ages. From youngest out surrounding king until of pre-men of age, and of ladies. The ladies and pre-men towering over the little ones from their behinds, in an amount, that their shadows were to cast over the small ones like tall claws, piercing from the bottoms of their semi-formation of a circular gathering, surrounding the king. For the king, King Rhentehl, storying to the children from this sector, of Horcarpkupcut, about: of to the City of Concept, the Wrongs of Emmaden 'the Ego' Andswall; the Lost South, where resides after those lands are of the Gases of Fuuem, and for the north, the Horror Unkins, whom ground beneath throughout under the ice caps of North Ice-Kin then beyond, among with the Aliens and once with the Army of the Alien Cold (from where the Metalstrong Family, had origins existed). As North Ice-Kin, known as the largest of the lands in existence out the Lands of Outer, (where some being as far, as to believes it compares to the size, as the same, as the Spatial of Stars of the night, and along, between North Ice-Kin, and the Spatial of Stars, residing, were to the Existence Of Existence), others; the nuetral yet ferocious Black-Flamed Warriors of the Unkin Alligator, the Darker Eye Seekers, the torturous Pyres and, upon far the East, thus, were to the Tribe Of All Freed. Of an outer of many terrains to be feared yet... to be faced. Of the youngest of the children, in a confused of dumbly curious, moreover as the majority. While, between, of the ages of the children from shown but with to frightened shrieks, then, till contrasts till behind the majority of the pre-men and ladies within the back of the gathering, they, but with to determined eyes. Embraced, and all wanting, by from the insights of the king, and for oneself. Within a king's... all-telling.
        Now all while, behind, toward the king on this sector, of Horcarpkupcut, between the edges of this sector, through its narrowed and murk shade of an alley, for through, from in Eeglucke's sector, had appeared out over the cobblestone spaces, was to the woman of the mask, of its half-smile, and to its smiling eye. With her arms as if they were bounded behind her back, as she strolls up toward the king with a postured inspection. By her blackness body, as if she were summoned by through the alley...by Eeglucke, himself.
        Which so the king then to have raised to his finger over the children with sign. As he had begun then to have stepped back away with regress for his back toward the coming woman. While, with his eyes locking over the children only. So, one, can to resumes for his storying, and teachings, as soon... as one can to abled... willed to do. As the king then to have stopped, and as the rest comes the woman. Till now that she would placed with her left of hand on around the king's left shoulder. Now seeming, like she is huddling with to the side of the king's right shoulder, then... as she had opened out her mask. Till, to have opened it out like a halved-out door, then. As she whispers, into the king's pale ear, and in a whispering... so very whispering... that... was of almost, of inaudible... as hushed, as lipped sign...
        "Returned... to its silver..."
        By was this, she to have said. Into the king.