Liberated by Simon Archer

Author:Simon Archer [Archer, Simon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy
Published: 2020-02-10T22:00:00+00:00

15

Before long, we arrived at what looked like the Roman Colosseum but made of giant slabs of sandstone, stacked in a fashion similar to a house of cards. Garrula hopped from one level of the colosseum to the next, climbing over the top to jump deep into it. Shikun flew us between two slabs halfway up the colosseum, entering into the feasting area.

An elaborate dining set awaited us, based around five long tables, each fit for fifty or so people. Or zombies, as they had already sat themselves down to dinner on the purple chairs, waiting motionlessly. Garrula had already ‘sat’ himself at the head of the longest table as he was attended by zombies dressed as pink maids. Shikun floated us down to a set of empty seats beside him as Garrula’s human torso was fitted with a frilly purple bib.

As we landed, Shikun released me from my exceedingly painful hold, still holding me by the wrists. She sat me down in the chair closest to Garrula’s right, pushing my shoulders back against the backrest. As I sank into the chair, I felt it squish underneath me while Shikun forced my hands onto the armrests. Rib-like teeth sprung out from the armrests, wrapping around my arms as restraints. More rib-teeth wrapped around my shins, legs, and torso, keeping me almost perfectly in place. I heard a grumbling groan from underneath me while the teeth tightened their grip.

The chair itself was also a zombie. How do you even make a zombie chair?

Shikun sat in the chair next to mine, fully submitting to the restraining teeth. I looked down the table to see all of the zombies I’d have to fight to get out of this mess. At this long table, we had seven or eight dwarf zombies, about a dozen elves, a half-dozen ferynxes, and even a few orcs and ettercaps.

“Well, I’m a captive audience now, so… how about you tell me about yourself?” I asked. Part of me was genuinely curious, because the past might hold the key to beating Khaba, and part of me saw it as a way to keep the frog-zombie-man distracted as I wiggled my arms inside my restraints as subtly as I could. “You must have been a part of the Order of Brandwielders before. If you weren’t corrupted, what changed for you?”

“Oh, I don’t think I know you well enough to get into that, honey,” Garrula refused. “We’re not quite friends yet.”

“How will we ever become friends if you don’t open up for me?” I argued as I tried to pull my hand free. This stupid chair wouldn’t budge an inch.

“Hmmmmmmmm, fine.” He leaned forward on his toad head, elbows anchored to hold his humanish head in his hands. “But only if you tell me something about yourself first.”

“Well, I like long walks on the beach,” I started. “I’m a Capricorn, I’m more of a cat person than a dog--”

“Nonononono!” Garrula threw its hands into the air wildly. “Not just anything! Tell me something deep.

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