Guest Posted June 4, 2010 Share Posted June 4, 2010 Right and wrong did exist. The difference between them was knifeblade thin and entirely a matter of the winner's perspective. No matter how much proof you might bring to support your 'right' answers or justify your 'right' decision, if you weren't the winner you were just plain 'wrong'. In the long run it all came down to whether your sins would be justified before God. Perhaps all of this was just a test? Kane had never truly believed in God but rather set out to forge his own destiny, but would his actions absolve him? His rise in life had been spectacular, even if it was going to be brought to an end here and now by an executionerâ€™s axe. But then again you only had three options in life. To be good, to get good or get caught. Kane had been on the way of getting good when he was caught. The heavy chain jangled as he raised his shackled hands to absently scratch his nose, before following his guards onto the execution platform where a crier was presenting the long list of crimes he had commited to the gathering crowd, who didn't seem to entirely know what to think. Kane had been successful because he had appealed to the crowds. "He is not the villain!" a cry came from somewhere in the crowd making the guards grip their weapons more securely as if expecting the rabble to revolt then and there. No, Kane agreed mentally with the unknown caller. No, he wasn't the villain. But he sure as hell wasn't the hero either. Kane took in the pressing crowd that had gathered before the corner of his lip rose as he steadly met the steely-grey gaze of his son; the thick mane of pitch-black hair barely curtaining the emotions raging in the younger man as he bent his head in a silent promise. Frances had born him three children, a son and two daughters, all of whom adored their father. His son, the mirror image of him in looks and personality, and her daughters, who had inherited his wits and Frances' elegant beauty, would see his vision of the future done, even if Kane might die here and now. With a shake of his head, Kane refused the offer a blindfold, his steps light as he walked to the executioner at the center of the raised podium. He didn't regret any of the choices he had made, for at one time they had been exactly what he had wanted. He had saved lives and taken lives, slept around and been faithful, drank and gambled and abstained, won and lost. He wouldn't have had time to been miserable. Perhaps it didnâ€™t make sense but any other way it wouldn't be right. Kneeling, Kane bent his head under the executioner's blade when the sudden thought that it all was actually quite flattering flashed through his mind. By executing him in public like this the King acknowledged his importance, raised him up as an equal. Laughter, as mirthful and carefree as it had been in his youth, rang from Kane' lips, muffling the quiet woosh as the executioner's axe fell for the first time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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