Lucy Wickshire 169 Chapter Twenty-One 2

"Master! Urgent news!" he said, making the others wonder if he was already aware of the masters preferences. His voice not only shocked the masters but the guards as well. They rushed out of the room like their feet were on fire, hoping that the master did not see their faces. The door shut behind the head guard, and the mistress frowned at the disturbance.

"Do you wish to loose your head?" she asked the cold guard. She did not bother to stop her actions, slapping the master's behind and causing him to groan.

"I apologise, mistress. This is urgent." the guard said and the master moaned.

"Oh? He likes you watching, I see." she said, slapping the master on his behind again. "It's as if he wishes that you join to play with him. What do you think?" she asked the guard, whose cold eyes turned colder.

"The city is burning." he said and the couple on the bed paused.

"What?" they asked in unison.

"The city is burning. All of it. Many have died." the guard said.

A red fat man was suddenly seen rushing out of his mansion into the cold, the next moment. He looked dishevelled as he looked into the night towards the direction of the city. It was no more dark smoke alone, rising into the sky from that direction. The sky was alight, as one could see the city completely ablaze. He spun and screamed at the guards.

"Get martial guards there! Put out that fire immediately!" he bellowed madly.

"City lord." a voice called behind him and he turned immediately to see a man in grey fur.

"Yes, you! What are you doing here? You should be over there handling the fire! Go put it out!"

"City Lord, no amount of water can put it out; we have tired." the man said solemnly.

"What about the water formation? Have you done that!?"

"Even the water formation did not put it out. We have even used the reserves of spirit water when the fire first broke. Nothing works." the man answered.

"Nothing? Do you know what is under the city? If this fire stays on too long, we are doomed! The Avrid will have our heads!" the city lord seemed to have lost his mind.

"Have you informed the messengers?" the city lord asked.

"Yes. They will arrive soon."

"While they come, are you just going to stand there? Try and put out that fire even if you need to use human blood. Put it out!"

The man frowned. He understood why the city lord was angry, but what could he really do? All the water or liquid they could use to put out the fire, they had used. The man considered running, as he knew what was coming next. When the messengers arrive, he will probably be killed.