The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)

Chapter 62: The Prison

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Chris looked on in awe at the large gates that lay ahead. They were even larger than the ones back at the Book Club camp, and standing guard at the gates were a man and woman in cloth armor, carrying spears that lay dormant in their hands. Chris would have definitely been a lot more impressed if he weren’t being taken prisoner at the moment.

The man looked at Patricia and Nate in worry. Nate was still seething in Patricia’s arm, his leg pouring with blood from the bullet wound General Wyvern had inflicted on him. He opened his mouth to speak, but General Wyvern quickly hushed him.

“Nate simply had to be punished, Landon. There should be no cause for concern.”

Landon gulped, and ushered his hand to the gate.

“Well, come on in, sir. The Crimson Crusader is waiting.”

The woman glanced at Patricia, and nodded at her. Patricia nodded back. Chris worriedly looked around as the gates began to open, and General Wyvern put his cold hand on Chris’s back, gently pushing him forward.

Chris tumbled forward onto the red carpet, and sitting on a woolen metal throne a few meters in front of him was a woman with red flak armor and a smug expression. Her wavy orange-brown hair flowed down, and her face rested on her fist. She had a glass of grape juice in the other, swinging back and forth. Sun poured in from the open ceiling, creating a thick shadow that covered Chris in the shadows. Banners were hung on pillars that contained a fire emblem that had two swords behind it, and one trident in the middle. It had colors of orange, red, and yellow in waves.

“Crimson Crusader! The spy has information about Ben.”

The lady scowled at Chris, and Chris felt chills go down his spine. Chris found himself falling to his knees.

“Ma’am, I mean no harm. I was only doing what I believed right for my friends,” Chris explained, looking down at the red carpet. The lady rolled her eyes at him.

“Just get to the point.”

Chris quickly told her everything he had told General Wyvern, and the Crimson Crusader smirked.

“So you ARE friends with that Ben. Excellent. I suppose I’ll have my scouts pay him a visit,” the Crimson Crusader looked over to Nate, who was still trembling in Patricia’s arms. The Crimson Crusader pointed a crooked finger at him.

“You will lead the attack.”

Nate’s eyes opened in shock, and he quickly shot back in protest,

“What?! But your highness… I’m badly hurt! That General Wyvern-” Nate paused as he looked over at General Wyvern, who was rubbing the barrel of his pistol, trying to get a smudge off the shiny metal.

“Don’t care. Didn’t ask. I expect you to be gone by tomorrow… You have plenty of time by then to heal in the infirmary.”