Price of the World

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“So, you have a choose.  It’s that easy.  One simple choose and you could be the ruler of the world or dead.  Which is it?”

Ann looked at him; he was a dark figure of a man.  He had be following her for what seemed like ages, she always knew he was watching her, no matter how trivial the act was.  At first she had been nervous, but after the years went on his presence didn’t bother her.  He was just another shadow.

“For the sake of argument, lets assume I wanted to rule the world, how could you help me?”

“I can offer the world on a platter, silver if you like.  But, all things have a price.  Just as you have a price, the world has a price.”

Ann shifted her stance, and the leather armor creaked.  Already blood stained, but only a few hours old.  She wasn’t comfortable hearing the words; ‘you’ and ‘price’ in such a fashion.  Everyone has a price, but the person who is willing to pay it is the one to be feared.

“Out of curiosity, what is the world’s price?”

“Why, what would you pay for it?”  His voice was smiling.

“Well, as I have what I carry I could never hope to have the world.  But, just to answer the question, anything.”

“Good, because its price is someone’s head.”

“Whose?”

A flash of blinding green light and Rachel lay on the ground before them, bound and gagged.  Her eyes wide and the smell of her fear was sickening.  Ann did not rush to her side, but looked at the black figure of a man. 

“All you have to do, is give me her head, and the world is yours.”

“Why?”

“Well, as it just so happens the world’s price is just exactly your greatest fear of loose.  Fitting, hmmm?”

Ann went to Rachel, untied the bounds and removed the gag.  She looked in her eyes and saw nothing.  There was nothing.

“What was her price?”

“She wanted to see you happy.  She paid a pretty penny for it.”

Ann laid the girl back down, and turned back to the black figure of a man.

“I have nothing that will cut a head off.  All I have is my dagger, crossbow and spear.  Those things can’t give you a head.”

“Fair enough, here.  Use mine.”

He threw at her a two-handed board sword as easily as a man might toast an apple.  Ann caught it, but its weight caused her to stagger and the blade hit the ground with an awful thud.  The handle seemed to burn her skin, but she couldn’t let go.  She bit her lip, and tears came to her eyes.

“I suggest you hurry, my blade does not usually enjoy others using her.”

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