Horizon- rising up to meet the purple dawn. Dust demon- screaming bring an eagle to lead me on. For in my heart
I carry such a heavy load - Here I am on man's road.
The sounds of air splitting and objects cracking could be heard loud and clear within the tavern. However, none would be there at the moment, not even the source of the sound. The source to be exact came from outside in front. laid out in a row broken to pieces or in half would be empty bottles ranging from glass to plastic, ceramic and even wood. Other objects sat farther away in random spots. Each one breaking when the air breaking sound of Angel's whip wooshed through fallowed by the sound of the target shattering to bits or break in half. Angel angled his wrist slightly before swinging forth again. This time, the whip didn't make a sound. Stealthily flying through the air aimed for the next object. Just as it had been silent swooping down, it was just as silent when the mark hit. The object this time being one of the wooden goblets they no longer used. When the whip pulled back, the goblet began to crack. Spreading quickly like a disease until it fell apart. He looked on satisfied and slightly shifted his arm so that the whip smoothly rolled and cracked against the ground. He had been at this for a few hours now. Angel didn't feel rusty, but it didn't hurt to practice either.
The time of execution was at 3 o'clock. A person that was once a prince what does he think in his jail cell? The time finally came, the church bells signaled the end. Without caring about the commoner's eyes this is what he said, "oh, it's snack time."