CHAPTER EIGHT

Shocked and horrified, prince Arthur crawled backward dragging his butt on the sandy floor in effort to get away from the crazy king.

Who knows what has gotten over him, but then he's the supreme King, the only being who doesn't need a reason to end someone's life. How did he manage to offend such a person?, if he dies here what will become of his sister?.

Thought upon thought kept bumping up in his head as the young prince tried to get away from the man who's fast approaching. Even though his movements are painstakingly slow, Prince Arthur noticed that a step from the crazy king is like three of his. With his heart in his mouth the prince stuttered “ yo… your… ma… jes.. ty majesty,wha…, are …”he trails off when his trembling hand came in contact with something on the floor, and his back hit something, no matter how much effort he add to his back to push whatever it was that was behind him, it didn't move instead a little groan entered his ears. Slowly he spun his head to take a look.