Macster - The Missing Links
"Find Me A Mirror"Dead bodies lay sprawled haphazardly across barrels, benches, porches, and roadways as the Troll King led his army arrogantly down the streets of a nonentitious town in the southwestern corner of the Fourth Kingdom. They were hundreds of thousands strong, bristling with axes, maces, morning stars, and scimitars, a platoon of leather and steel to make him proud. Even if they were horribly stupid, they sure knew how to fight a war, and had conquered land for him with such ease it made him laugh.
Relish watched the destruction proceed around him dispassionately, the burning, the looting, the killing, the raping. The screams were such music to his ears. The blood was a feast to his eyes, the scent of death a joy to his nostrils. He flexed his fists and chuckled darkly. Soon, very soon, he would have it all. And there was nothing Wendell or his advisors or the Queen or the other Kingdoms could do about it.
Suddenly that familiar, hated, deep, sonorous voice entered his head again, pounding relentlessly, crashing through his skull. He had grown stronger, and become able to resist its call, he'd thought. But this time it was so demanding, so inexorable, so cruel as it wrenched at his will, that he could not withstand it. He doubled over, screaming and moaning in agony.
"You all right, your Majesty?" one of his lieutentants asked stupidly. You'd think they'd have learned what it meant by now when he acted this way.
"Mirror," he whimpered. "Find me a mirror."
The lieutenant whirled to the ranks of Trolls, who had frozen in shock and stupefaction. "Find a mirror!"
The Trolls scattered at once to search the ransacked village, as Relish writhed in pain. When he got the Queen before him again...nothing would restrain his anger.
