Earvin's Room: A Narrative Fiction

A breeze flew by, scraping past Earvin’s face like sandpaper. The stale air reeked from the smell of death and rot. Earvin was accustomed to it by now, just like any man who had stayed in the Capitals long enough. He shot a gaze at his surroundings. The stone walls stood by both his sides like a couple of Giants. The grey of the sky, similar to that of the walls, did a great job of sucking away all joy and hope from Earvin. The ground was patchy with grass and the dirt, which made up most of it, appeared to be devouring the green of the grass like a plague which would devour the population. The manky, dark brown soil looked up at him like a wicked pile of quicksand. With every step that Earvin took, it yielded under his thick, black leather

“The Lord said not to harm him” said a softer voice.
“Have you never done this before? You don’t tell the captive what’s planned for him you idiot!” he scolded the other person. Earvin couldn’t figure out whether it was a man or a woman. But, what he did know was that whoever ordered those two didn’t want him harmed. He felt some sense of security resurrect inside him.

The two that had taken Earvin were now walking, dragging him with them. Earvin had figured that they were both men. And he wasn’t on that isolated road anymore either. He had a keen sense of hearing and judging by the cacophony of voices around him, he had to be in a city. They hadn’t travelled for that long. Maybe an hour or so. And there was only one city this close to where Earvin was kidnapped, the one that he had set out for, Parian. Here he was, getting dragged along in Parian, the same city he had been dreading for the past fortnight. He was sent here on Lord James’ orders, to negotiate with Lord Janos. The same man who was said to be as stubborn as a kid, yet as merciless as the Gods of Hell. The same man whose bones were bound together by cruelty and who despised Easterners, like Earvin, like Giants that despised men. If it was up to him, he would gouge out Earvin’s eyes, crush his skull and pickle his innards like the Giants would. He had as much aversion for Easterners as Giants did for