Khan-Man: A Spy in Genghis Khan's Court.
Flash fiction from in the realm of bloody tyranny.
I've witnessed some heinous things in my life. I've seen murders, backstabbings, lies, and lovers who turned nemesis. Nothing, however, could have prepared me for the terror I felt when I entered Genghis Khan's court.
Khilji was the one who sent me here, putting me in this den of vipers in the hopes that I could appease the Mongols. I was young and had only ever seen war from the windows of my house. I've never seen blood or smelled it with the clarity that I do now. Raids, village destruction, and war were all things I was familiar with, but never to this extent. Men have destroyed bodies and degraded souls in my presence.
The closer I got to Genghis Khan's villainy, the more physically ill I became. I'd never shied away from darker tactics, but something about this man's aura pierced deep into my soul.
He behaved like a monster, a bloodthirsty beast who would gnash his teeth to protect his possessions.
Still, my stomach turned today for another reason. I was tense and ready to do whatever needed to be done.
As I nervously fidgeted with the metal blade under my tunic, it felt cool against my fingertips. The guards opened the doors to let me in. Genghis was waiting for me there.