Kayziel shook his head. "None whatsoever. The spell you used to suppress him worked. He hasn't budged an inch since that day so I wonder why the physician said I'm dying."Hugh sighed. "Initially, the soul transfer was supposed to weaken the human Prince and make him sleep for eternity but he ended up not only staying awake but also trying to force his way out. Could this be the reason you're dying?"Kayziel remained silent, not knowing what to say. He felt angry and frustrated. He had spent centuries as a spirit trapped underground and now that he has gotten a body, he was told that he was dying.What sort of life was this? He balled his fists and gritted his teeth. It was all due to that damned nephew of his. If only Zedekiel hadn't destroyed his body, he wouldn't be facing such problems today.Damn it. He wished he had just killed Zedekiel before making that stupid deal with Prince Ron."Do not worry, Your Majesty." Hugh said, trying to cheer Kayziel up. "I will find a stronger spe
"Shut the fuck up Zedekiel!" Talon shouted as he parried each stirke with his claws. "I'm only going easy on you because you're injured! Recover first and see how I'll beat you to a fucking pulp!""Oh really?" Zedekiel chuckled as Talon used his claws to deflect the sword again and again but Zedekiel decided to take things more seriously. He increased his strength and speed, making his strikes too sharp and too swift, forcing Talon to focus purely on defense. He gave him no chance to attack at all."Hey what the fuck!" Talon shouted, gritting his teeth as he tried to find an opening but Zedekiel didn't give him even a second to breathe. "You fucking Elfman! Fight properly you fuc-"With a final powerful swing, Zedekiel slashed Talon across his chest then punched him square on the jaw, sending him crashing to the ground with a resounding BOOM. Dust and debris flew around them, and when it settled, Zedekiel stood over Talon, his sword held just inches from Talon’s throat.“You lose,” he
Zedekiel nodded, his voice softening further. "He means everything to me Talon. Absolutely everything. I love him with all my heart. Everything about him makes me feel giddy. His laugh, his touch, the way he looks at me... Talon, if don't get him back, I'll-""Hey, don't fucking say that." Talon quickly cut him off. " Don't even think it.""I can't help it." Zedekiel replied. "Once again, I've been shown how incompetent I am. I cannot even protect the one I love. I let my guard down and allowed him to be possessed by only the Gods know what. I failed him Talon and it kills me to think about what he's going through right now. That is, if he's even still there.""Hey, I'm sure he is." Talon reassured him, patting him gently on the shoulder. "From the way you described him, he sounds like a fighter. He may be a human in this life but don't forget that he comes from a long line of Witches. You mentioned yourself that there are things he has done that you cannot explain. Like breaking your
The humans have been at war with Elves for thousands of years. The hatred they had for each other runs deep into the depths of their souls, buried right into their bone marrows, to the extent that no human could stand the sight of an Elf and if one is caught, the worst kinds of torture were implemented.Their favourite was cutting off the long pointy ears and nailing them to the walls of their borders. Some even competed on how many ears they’ve nailed.On the other hand, no Elf wanted to hear the word 'human'. In fact, if an Elf should mistakenly pronounce the word 'human', he is immediately executed and if a human is caught, he is turned into a slave and treated like a dog till he dies from exhaustion. The Elves weren't normally this brutal. In fact, they are naturally peaceful creatures and had proposed peace to the humans which was accepted but the human King breached the treaty. He lured the Elf King into his castle under the guise of a feast to celebrate six months of peace th
As they approached the throne room, the guards standing on either side of the large golden double doors pushed them open for the siblings and they they bowed. The siblings found their parents sitting on their thrones. They were the spitting image of their mother while the only thing they got from their dad was their eyes. A few other people Ron recognized were there. Like the Royal Advisor, Physician, members of the royal court and so many others.King Cain was dressed in a golden and maroon attire. He was holding the royal golden scepter which was passed down from generation to generation. He will also pass it down to Ron when it was time. His dark hair was streaked with silvery grey hair which was covered a bit by the golden crown on his head.One look at King Cain would tell anyone he wasn't to be messed with. He had a stoic expression and the hard look in his eyes commanded respect. Ron was most especially afraid of him. Queen Lilian was the epitome of elegance. She was dressed
Ron sneaked out of the castle through his secret route. It was a dark murky pathway underneath his grandfather’s bedroom which led to a cave at a riverside not far from town.His grandfather had showed it to him before he passed away. They used to go on so many escapades together. Witness festivals, celebrations, annual games and competitions and so much more. But after his grandfather died, his father became more strict on him which left barely any time for him to go out and have fun. He didn't like to be indoors all the time like some housewife. He preferred to go out, interact and see what the world was like. Reading from novels wasn't enough. This time, he took one of his grandfather's disguises. It was a black wig and crappy mustache. After he reached the cave, he took off his royal clothes, folded them neatly then stuffed them in a bag. He then put on the wig and mustache, coupled with a dirty brown robe. He looked like a beggar. Exactly what he was going for. As long as he mi
Ron entered two more taverns and even an inn but the information they had wasn't even close to Old Jack's. He was already tired so he decided to go back. Besides, someone might notice he was missing which will raise a lot of trouble for him.When he was halfway out of town, a group of goons appeared on the road. They were big and burly, all holding sharp looking daggers.The leader stepped forward, holding a sword which he pointed at Ron. "Hand over your money. Every bit of it and I'll think about you letting you leave this place alive"Fear crept into Ron's heart. He had never been in this kind of situation before. Worst of all, he didn't carry any weapon. He didn't think there would be any reason to.Sweat dropped the side of his face. He decided to use flattery and some sweet words to see if he could escape with everything he had intact. "Good, kind, handsome man, you look very reasonable. Can't we talk about this?"The goons snickered. It seemed like this guy didn't get the severi
Fear made Ron nearly fall to his knees. Nearly, for the silver haired man caught him before his body made contact with the floor.Ron fell into a warm gentle embrace. He raised his head, parting his long lashes to look at the man holding him. Cold violet eyes stared straight at the running man. Ron felt that there such a huge contrast between being in his arms and those beautiful eyes. "Don't chase him" he said, making those plum coloured orbs stare down at him. "He has never killed a person. I could tell, believe me. If he had, he wouldn't have hesitated so much to kill me. I doubt he would even hurt a fly after what he has witnessed today so please, don't go after him"The fear he initially felt disappeared without a trace. Something told him that the man would not hurt him. The man nodded. "You're injured" he said, eyes sweeping down to look at the bleeding wound on Ron's neck. His voice was deep, alluring and magnetic, tugging at Ron's heartstrings. Perfect. Just perfect!Ron wa
Zedekiel nodded, his voice softening further. "He means everything to me Talon. Absolutely everything. I love him with all my heart. Everything about him makes me feel giddy. His laugh, his touch, the way he looks at me... Talon, if don't get him back, I'll-""Hey, don't fucking say that." Talon quickly cut him off. " Don't even think it.""I can't help it." Zedekiel replied. "Once again, I've been shown how incompetent I am. I cannot even protect the one I love. I let my guard down and allowed him to be possessed by only the Gods know what. I failed him Talon and it kills me to think about what he's going through right now. That is, if he's even still there.""Hey, I'm sure he is." Talon reassured him, patting him gently on the shoulder. "From the way you described him, he sounds like a fighter. He may be a human in this life but don't forget that he comes from a long line of Witches. You mentioned yourself that there are things he has done that you cannot explain. Like breaking your
"Shut the fuck up Zedekiel!" Talon shouted as he parried each stirke with his claws. "I'm only going easy on you because you're injured! Recover first and see how I'll beat you to a fucking pulp!""Oh really?" Zedekiel chuckled as Talon used his claws to deflect the sword again and again but Zedekiel decided to take things more seriously. He increased his strength and speed, making his strikes too sharp and too swift, forcing Talon to focus purely on defense. He gave him no chance to attack at all."Hey what the fuck!" Talon shouted, gritting his teeth as he tried to find an opening but Zedekiel didn't give him even a second to breathe. "You fucking Elfman! Fight properly you fuc-"With a final powerful swing, Zedekiel slashed Talon across his chest then punched him square on the jaw, sending him crashing to the ground with a resounding BOOM. Dust and debris flew around them, and when it settled, Zedekiel stood over Talon, his sword held just inches from Talon’s throat.“You lose,” he
Kayziel shook his head. "None whatsoever. The spell you used to suppress him worked. He hasn't budged an inch since that day so I wonder why the physician said I'm dying."Hugh sighed. "Initially, the soul transfer was supposed to weaken the human Prince and make him sleep for eternity but he ended up not only staying awake but also trying to force his way out. Could this be the reason you're dying?"Kayziel remained silent, not knowing what to say. He felt angry and frustrated. He had spent centuries as a spirit trapped underground and now that he has gotten a body, he was told that he was dying.What sort of life was this? He balled his fists and gritted his teeth. It was all due to that damned nephew of his. If only Zedekiel hadn't destroyed his body, he wouldn't be facing such problems today.Damn it. He wished he had just killed Zedekiel before making that stupid deal with Prince Ron."Do not worry, Your Majesty." Hugh said, trying to cheer Kayziel up. "I will find a stronger spe
The babies nodded.Prince Ron stared at his babies, his mouth slightly open as he tried to absorb their words. 'F-Four?' He stuttered, beginning to panic. 'You’re kidding right?'But his babies looked absolutely serious. The definitely would not joke about the existence of their siblings.'No way… there’s four of you.' Prince Ron muttered, still trying to comprehend the news. 'I mean... do you even know what that means? That's a whole squad! Four blankets, four little outfits, four... four times the crying!'He stared at them, half-exasperated, half-amused, trying to let it all sink. 'How am I supposed to keep track of four little people? I mean, I can barely keep myself in line, and now I’m supposed to be responsible for a whole mini-army? What if I accidentally mix you up?' He gasped, looking at them in horror. 'What if you all look identical and I end up calling you the wrong names?'The babies watched him, little smiles on their faces, and something softened in Prince Ron’s chest.
Well, it was no surprise considering the way they went at it like bunnies for four days. But still, Prince Ron was overjoyed. Tears spilled down his face like a waterfall as he stared at them, unable to express his joy.He got pregnant! He really got pregnant!Seeing his mother cry, the little baby with green eyes started bawling too. "Wah, brother made mummy cry, wah wah"Startled, the baby with violet eyes stared at both his mother and brother, at loss for what to do. What did he even do wrong? He had already apologized for hitting their mother. Why was their mother crying then?He began to panic. Unable to handle the sight of his mother and brother's tears, and also thinking it was his fault, he moved closer and rubbed the spot on Prince Ron's forehead. "Mother I'm sorry. Does it hurt? Look, I'm rubbing the place now so it won't hurt anymore. Please stop crying okay? I won't do it again."Prince Ron’s heart turned to mush. What a sweet child. He struggled against the chains, wishin
Hugh nodded. "That's the only reason I can come up with. I don't see why else they'd want to control the Mother Tree.""Fucking hell." Kayziel cursed. "They want to wipe us all out of existence. Do you know what will happen if the Dark Lord gets released?""I am aware, Your Majesty." Hugh replied."Then you know that we cannot let that happen." Kayziel said firmly. "I am not strong enough to fight the Dark Lord. Neither are you and I have already killed the one strong enough to do so. If he isn't dead then he's surely a vegetable. Put your undead army to use. Secure the Mother Tree and the tighten the security outside and around the Kingdom. Increase the number of guards at the gate. No one enters or leaves without thorough inspection.Hugh immediately stood, bowing. "Yes, Your Majesty."Kayziel was about to add something when a sudden wave of nausea hit him. He barely managed to jump from his seat, rushing to the nearest window before heaving violently.Alarmed, Hugh grabbed a jug of
He wanted to take off the sheet covering his body but then, he hesitated, fear gripping him as he recalled what he had seen last time. All the blood and the missing limbs. Had they grown back or was he a cripple now? He was afraid to lift the covers and see for himself.“You can look, you know.” A light-hearted chuckle broke the silence. “Everything grew back a week ago.”Startled, Prince Ludiciel lifted his head to see a familiar figure standing by the door. A tall, elegant man with broad shoulders clad in blue robes that fit him perfectly, as if tailored just for him.The man leaned casually against the doorframe, his warm, dark skin the colour of rich chocolate milk, and his eyes a shimmering golden-brown, flecked with hints of red that sparkled in the light.But it was the playful grin that struck Prince Ludiciel the most. A grin that was beautiful, mischievous, and all too familiar.Prince Ludiciel knew that he had definitely seen the man before. “Do I know you?” he asked. “Have
The air was thick with smoke and the acrid scent of charred stone as the flames in the west wing of the castle raged out of control. The fire roared, devouring walls and licking up toward the sky. A thunderous crack echoed through the night as the western tower groaned, teetering on the edge of collapse.Talon was suddenly hurled through a window but a powerful gust of air. His body twisting unnaturally before crashing heavily to the ground. The impact sent a shockwave through the charred remains of the courtyard.From the fiery ruins, Alaric emerged, leaping through the shattered stone and billowing smoke. He soared through the air and landed squarely on Talon, pinning him to the ground while holding a spear of swirling wind.He raised the spear, aiming to drive it into Talon’s shoulder but as his eyes met Talon’s, something in those fierce, crimson orbs madr him hesitate. Talon's gaze was hardened, blazing with anger but also laced with an intensity Alaric couldn’t ignore.Talon lay
Whispers surrounded Prince Ludiciel, unfamiliar words fading in and out as he floated in darkness. Slowly, he drifted back to consciousness, his senses emerging one by one.His eyelids felt like lead, but he managed to open them, only to be met with foggy shapes and colours.Then, pain.Raw, unbearable pain surged through his body, and he screamed out, feeling as if his entire body was burning.“Shhh, it’s going to be okay,” a soft voice said. He couldn’t see clearly, but a gentle hand touched his hair, stroking it tenderly. The touch was warm, comforting, easing his mind as if drawing the pain away bit by bit. His breathing slowed, and he began to calm down, lulled by the soft, rhythmic strokes.When his vision cleared slightly, he looked down and his eyes widened in shock. His body was a broken mess. Blood covered the sheets. One of his legs was gone, ending abruptly at his thigh. And there was a gaping wound on the side of his stomach, leaving a hole large enough to fit a small bal