This story is Original and is inspired by the game Tactic's ogre. Please
give me some C & C's or flames, a writers growth depends on it.

WARNING: This story is not dark but there are a few dark scenes later
on. No rape, just murder and blood.
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                                Part 2 of, Beguile.

    I looked into the mirror and frowned at the image of myself. I wore
a long red cape with the golden cross of Armel on it. I wore a fancy red
shirt and fancy blue pants, each with the countries insignia on it. My
black hair was neat and tidy, and rather short. My eyes were a dark
brown which could peer into ones soul. And my tanned skin which was a
result of years of fighting and training outside. But the one thing that
stood out the most was the fact that my left hand had only four fingers,
I had no thumb. It was cut off in a battle with King Heirmon, five years
ago during the last war against the Remen. We had killed his whole
family and destroyed his royal guards. But we were called into retreat
after enemy reinforcements arrived.
    I sighed, those were great memories. Even though I lost a thumb, I
still enjoyed that day. I was a warrior, a man who enjoyed the heat of
battle. Nothing excited me more then fighting against an enemy in
honorable combat. But that battle was a curse in disguise. Our people
had always despised the Remen, hated them because they had no sense of
ethics. All they did was spy and assassinate, plant rumors and turn
people against each other.  When I killed the king, the people called me
a hero. With the assassination of the king they chose me as their new
king. No one argued since I had the people on my side.
    But wishing that I could fight again didn�t make it so. All I do now
is sit and hear the news, good and bad. I wish I could wage war on the
Remen, I wish I could so bad. But the people aren�t ready for another
war. If I wage war I might end up like the Teln. If only the people
didn�t crave and detest war so much, there would be no problem. They
crave the excitement of war and the chance at becoming a hero. But they
hate dying, or seeing others dead. I can�t even kill my advisor without
them crying out against me. I would banish him but that wouldn�t be a
good idea, he knows too much about the situation here.
    I looked around the room at the luxury I slept in. At the end of the
large room was a huge, finely carved bed frame with a comfortable and
elegant mattress on the top of it. soft,
fluffy pillows with extravagant designs on it The blanket, the finest
silk that could be found.
    A few feet away from the bed was a large bookcase, leaning against
the white wall. It was carved oak wood which most people would die for.
In it were dozens of books of all different types.
    By the bookcase and near the large glass window was a closet where I
stored all my horribly expensive clothes in. On the walls were fabulous
paintings by the greatest artists in the kingdom, and some from other
kingdoms. Each seemed to have the finest detail which dazzled anyone who
saws it, except me.
    And then there was the oval mirror near the large wooden door. The
one I looked into and saw the disgusting image of myself. It had a brass
outline with as complex and amazing designs as all the other things in
this room. It was bolted into the wall, but no one could notice that.
    Everyone would love this, but every last thing in here made me sick.
Why was I cursed with the burden of being a king? People always wished
to be a king but I hated the whole idea of it. The only reason I took
the throne was to stop a civil war. Nobles would bicker over the throne
while the people would join in. It would have turned into war, unless I
took the throne.
    I sighed and opened the door. It was hard work being king and now I
had to check the report for today. I then walked through the door and
closed it behind me, locking it, just in case.
    I walked through the halls, passing doors and people. As they walked
by they bowed saying words like your majesty. I felt like hitting them
but it was best not to. It was late at night and very surprising that so
many people were awake at this time of night. It was usually around this
time that I got the report from Asmor on what was happening. I liked
getting it late at night because there were fewer people around, showing
me false smiled and other gestures.
    As I approached a large white marble door I wondered what news Asmor
would have for me. Would it be good or bad? Or something in-between.
Sometimes I wondered if Asmor told me everything. Maybe I should check
soon. If I found he wasn�t that might be an excuse to execute him.
    These thoughts were soon forgotten when a young man came charging
through the door. Running down the hall at amazing speed. He bore the
look of a messenger. With the white tunic and the leather pants. He had
short blond hair and green eyes.
    When he tried to run past me, I grabbed his shoulder, holding him
firmly in place. �What are you doing?�
    The young man turned to look me, his eyes filled with a false look
of apology. Another man trying to get on my good side, to maybe have a
taste of power. �I�m sorry your majesty. I have an important message
from Asmor. News has arrived from Teln. He want�s to see you in the
throne room.�
    I nodded and sent the kid on his way. I would have scolded him and
given him a good slap across the face, but I didn�t have the time. I had
to go see what Asmor was talking about. What kind of message could come
from Teln?
    So I opened the door and shut it behind me, entering the throne
room. It was called the largest room in the country, some said the
biggest on the continent. It was all white marble, which costed a
fortune. There were sixteen large marble pillars going from the main
entrance where I stood, too just a meter from the throne. In-between the
pillars were two meters of space where a red carpet was and went all the
way to the throne.
    The throne was made of gold and silver. Its base was just a seat
made of gold with a soft back on it. The back part was shaped like a
sword and made of silver. The whole thing stood about five feet tall and
costed over one thousand gold pieces, a waste of money. We could hire
over a hundred troops for that much money.
    But something stood by the throne which ruined the elegance, Asmor.
He looked rather evil in the room. Twenty torches, bolted to the wall
ere the only source of light due to a lack of windows. During an
invasion, windows provided easy access compared to stone and wood. Every
second of free time counted in war.
    I sighed while walking over to the throne, wondering what was so
important. �What do you want me for Asmor?� I noticed that he was
wearing a brown robe now, still with the insignia on it. All of the
clothes he had to wear in this job had the emblem.
    He bowed slightly, showing he had a rolled up parchment in his hand.
It was sealed with a wax seal, but I couldn�t see the emblem. �This note
came from the king of Teln.�
    I look at the note in wonder and surprise. What could Sainmer have
to say? I would soon find out. �Give it to me.� I said hastily.
    Asmor just past it to me and I looked at the seal on the parchment.
It was white wax shaped like a circle. It had a small white sword on the
seal, the nation emblem of Teln. I quickly broke the seal, unrolled the
parchment and began to read.
    �To the honorable king of Almer, Youlem Montair. I am coming to your
country to discuss the forming of a treaty to help remove the
anti-government movement. I would request to stay at your castle until
the discussion is over. I thank you in advance.� And then below that was
Sainmer Horim�s signature.
    I rolled up the parchment and passed it to Asmor. He then posed a
question. �What was that about? You�re majesty.� He stretched out that
last part just to annoy me.
    I frowned at him and walked over to my throne. I began to look at
the beauty of this. It was an amazingly extravagant piece of
craftsmanship. I knew the real reason why the king was coming here. �The
king of Teln is going to pay us a visit.�
    Asmor looked at me questioningly, he looked really odd when he did
that. �Why is he coming here?�
    I didn�t want to tell him, but it was better to tell him now then to
have him find out later. The man had an peculiar way of finding
information, and using it against me. Nothing major though. If it was,
he would be dead now. I would kill him personally with my sword. �He
says he�s coming to ask about forming a treaty, but he has another
reason.�
    �What might that be?�
    I sat down in the throne and moved my arms over the rest. Maybe
someday I could become used to the luxury I lived. A bureaucrat, not a
warrior. �He�s trying to escape the country until the situation dies
down. It seems the anti-government movement is working faster then we
thought. Soon they will have a big enough force to overthrow the
government. If they wait another month or so they might have an army
equaling the Remen army.� I paused because I noticed I was going off
topic. �This place is like a fortress, so the chances he would be killed
or captured are minimal.�
    Asmor nodded in agreement. �You�re probably right your majesty.� I
heard him mumble something at the end of that sentence. I think it was,
for once in your life.
    �Send troops to clear out any mercenaries who might attack the King.
But don�t attack any Remen.�
    �Why don�t you want me to attack any Remen troops who may attack the
King?� Asmor asked. The weird thing was he wasn�t talking in his
sarcastic tone, he really wanted to know.
    I was surprised he was so curious. He probably wanted to know so he
could use it to his own advantage. Greedy bastard. �If the Remen kill
the king of Teln, then the people of Teln will cry out for revenge. The
anti-government movement will step up to the task and their ranks will
grow greatly because they will have the peoples support. It might even
grow to the extent where they could destroy the Remen army on their
own.�
    �I see.� Asmor nodded, he knew it was true.
    I wanted him to go now, he was getting annoying. �Is that all?� I
hoped it was. Maybe I could arrange an accident for him to befall.
    Asmor slowly shook his head. �No your majesty. There is a rumor that
there are Remen spies here in Elmor.�
    My little frown turned into something which could not be described.
I bet I looked like a demon wanting blood, which was close to the truth.
I hated all Remen, but to here of one in our country. And what�s even
worse, one in this city of Elmor, the capital of Almer. �I want you to
post soldiers on all parts of the city! Half a dozen soldiers guarding
every street! I want this man caught! Alive. So I can question him!� I
also wanted him alive so I could question him personally. Then kill him
slowly, all by myself. I would take pleasure in his, and any other
Remen�s pain.
    Asmor looked at me in surprise, I didn�t usually get this angry.
�But sir, it�s just a rumor. Who knows if it�s true or not.�
    I nodded slowly. �The Remen have always been a thorn in Almer�s
side. If we find spies here from Remen then that would be a cause to
create a war to destroy them.�
    Asmor bowed with that comment, I could see he wanted to get away
from me now. �Well that is all your majesty. May I please go now? I have
work to do.�
    I hated his sarcastic tone of voice, and was glad when he left. The
man was driving me crazy, but I would end that soon. Right now I needed
to prepare for the arrival of the king, no matter how pathetic of a
king. He would probably arrive tomorrow evening. He most likely left for
Elmor about half a day after his messenger left. It always took longer
for leaders to arrive then for messengers for many reasons. Like the
king will bring his guards, they won�t use fast horses, they will travel
slower for the kings comfort, and other such things.
    So I left the throne room, deciding to get some needed rest instead
of getting thins ready.........
    The two men stood in the dark room.
    �It seems that Sainmer Horim is going to Almer your Lordship.� Said
one dark figure, kneeling before a throne.
    �Excellent. As I planned.� Said the man sitting in a throne.
    �Do you think they will sign the treaty?� Said the kneeling figure.
    �No. Youlem Montair is as smart as me. He knows if he signs the
treaty, he might lose. But he will lose if he doesn�t.�
    �But what of you? You refused the treaty repeatedly. Won�t the same
happen to you?"
    �No, not at all. The people already think so low of me, they
wouldn�t think any lower.�
    �But what if there�s a revolt?�
    �We will own the whole continent before that happens.�
    �I hope so. Now I have to go your Lordship.�
    �Then go.� And so the man left, leaving his master in the cold,
lightless chamber, as he did many times before...........
    �We need more troops.� Said one figure in red.
    �I know, but how?� Said another in blue.
    �I think I have an idea.� Said the third in black.
    �What?� Said both the first and second.
    �We need a martyr. Someone who has the support of the people and the
respect of the soldiers. And I think I know someone.�  Answered the
third.
    �Who?� Asked the first voice.
    �Yes. Who is this man you speak of?� Asked the second.
    �The great hero.� Replied the third.
    �Oh him.� Said the first.
    �That�s true. But what�s you plan?� Asked the second. So the three
talked of a plan...........
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