Chapter 4

I paced around my dungeon with little or no words left inside of me to express the fear that had gripped me when I saw the Lycan king fall down on the ground. Was he going to die? Was he dead?

The sound of the trumpet coming from outside made me to turn my eyes to see if there was anyone coming to set me free from my captivity. But, there was no one.

Everywhere became still.

After some minutes passed, I felt a sudden urge to urinate. The urge to pass out urine was so strong that I nearly ended up peeing on my body if not for the timely intervention of Gord who saw me in my distress and decided to open the gate of my dungeon.

"Do not go far," Gord instructed me. "The kingdom is still trying to figure out what happened to the Lycan king."

Outside, I saw some warriors of the Lycan king gathered around a temple as if they were all waiting for a priest to show up and confirm the state of their king. Nothing happened.

I quickly urinated and was about to return to my dungeon when Gord took me by the hand and led me to my initial dungeon where the women from my village who were captured were inside.

"You are going to stay here," Gord informed me as he opened the gate of the dungeon and gently pushed me inside.

As soon as Gord left, Lydia stood up and moved closer to me like a predator who had just discovered her prey.

"What did you do?" Lydia asked me one of the strangest thing a person would ask someone who was just coming out from a solitary confinement.

"I said what did you do to the Lycan king?" She repeated and looked at me straight in the eyes.

"I have no idea of what you are talking about," I informed her before moving away from her to look for a good spot where I could think, rethink and wrap my mind through the events that had just happened.

"Anywhere you go, bad luck always follows you," Lydia continued talking to me until it got to a point where I could no longer stand it.

"What is your problem? Why are you always on my neck? What did I do to you?"

"Nothing!" Lydia frowned, and before I could continue with what I was saying, she shut her mouth and sat down like a fallen bird who had quickly accepted defeat without creating room for compromise.

For a while, there was silence in the room. For a brief moment, no one in the room had anything to say until someone mentioned the name of Lona, and how the Lycan king had succeeded in eliminating her when she tried to run away from him.

"He deserves to die," an old woman named Tila said. "The Lycan king deserves to get a taste of his own wickedness. I pray that whatever situation he has found himself is going to lead him to death."

I remained silent as the other women in the dungeon joined Tila in wishing bad for the Lycan king who had fallen. I wanted to join them in wishing the Lycan king evil, but I didn't see the point of doing that because all I wanted was to return to my family.

"Did the Lycan king touch you?" The question Tila asked me sounded really weird to me. "Did he lay his filthy hands on you and forced you to do stuff with him that you didn't want to?"

"No!" I answered without raising my voice too high.

In as much as I had been brought back to this dungeon to be with the women I was initially with, I still didn't want to be a center of attraction or someone who would be answer questions that I didn't feel quite comfortable with answering.

"The Lycan king must die," Lydia raised her voice as she looked at Tila in the face. "I watched him throw my mother on the floor, kick her hard on the stomach and called her a whole for giving birth to a stubborn child like me. Indeed! The Lycan king must die!"

The voices of the women including Lydia grew quiet as Gord came back with three warriors and flames of torch that made me wonder if they were considering the option of burning us alive because of the amount of noise the women were making.

"Quiet!" Gord shouted at a rat that passed round him. Before the rat could cover more distance, he quickly caught hold of it, and tore it into pieces with his sharp fingernails. "Serves you right."

I watched as Gord took a step backward in order to drop the torn rat in a trash can made of metal. Despite being pleased with the dead rat, I could still see the odd look in his eyes, as if something terrible had happened and be just wanted the day to end without him having to tell anyone about it.

"Release them!" Gord ordered the warriors he brought with him. "They are all needed in the King's private room."

A line was formed. Gord led the way. Lydia was behind me, whispering words of confusion that didn't find its way inside my head. While, Tila was at the far end of the line, complaining about how badly she was treated despite her age.

"Stop!" Gord ordered us, and we came to a halt.

He looked at the two sons of the Lycan king, and informed them that he had fulfilled their wish of bringing all of us to their presence.

Ariel, the first son of the Lycan King, stood up from his sit, and walked towards us. He patted Gord on the back for always being a faithful and diligent servant of the throne, then he looked at us with fierce eyes.

"Who among you," Ariel’s voice was cold, "killed my father the king?"