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As the guards were out of sight, Aella’s tears dried up and a sinister smile appeared on her cruel face.

The loutish guards brought Sinbad back to his cell. The sailor could see Azrak’s face leaning against the door. Sinbad had a lot to talk about with Azrak, concerning Akhdar’s devious plans he had for both the Azurians and the Thulians.

“Azrak?” Sinbad called out.

There was no response.

Sinbad spoke up, “Azrak? How…”

Then he realized something wasn’t right.

Azrak wasn’t reacting to his calls. His face was frozen and his eyes were wide open. He didn’t blink, not even once.

The guards opened the door and something rolled out of the cell. It was the size of a melon, but it was blue and it had something sticking out of the bottom. Sinbad fell to his knees in alarm. His eyes were watery and his complexion was cleansed of all color.

It was Azrak’s head that just rolled past him. Part of his friend’s spinal cord was sticking out of the neck area. Azrak’s head was being held on a pike inside his cell and it was propped up against the door.

Sinbad tried to break the chains with all his might, but it was no use. He got up and tried to get past the guards so he could personally kill Akhdar.

He didn’t care what would happen to him. Already he had lost everything—his home, his ship, and now his one and only friend. He had nothing else to live for.

“Akhdar!” Sinbad cried out in anguish. “Akhdar! Show yourself, you bastard!”

The guards caught Sinbad before he could make through the passageway. They held him down, and one of them took Sinbad at the back of the head.

JOHN GARAVAGLIA

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