Episode 5

The following day, lessons with Mr Frank went on, and the more I learned with him, I also had to read a few books about being a good witch.

"Agatha, what are you doing?"...

Dad called my name from downstairs.

Tonight's the birthday celebration of Zandor and also the start of his rebellion. Mr Frank and a few others in the system have a good plan of murdering him, and in case that doesn't work. I will have to step in and murder him myself.

"Sorry, I had something to take care of".

I shut the door of the car.

"Don't worry, let's go".

He tied his car belt as we all left for the banquet.

Everyone from school was there. Mrs Nina Abe, a few teachers, and I also met Jackson and his friend.

Mr Frank came to our table.

"Hey, can I speak with you?" He said to Dad.

And seeing we had just arrived and the party was yet to begin, Dad agreed and left with him.

Mom and I were seated at the table while the preparations were ongoing.

" Hey! You good".

A few minutes later, my mom turned and asked me.

"Yeah, just worried", I explained, but not fully.

She then assured me that everything would be fine; I wanted to believe that, but no matter what she said, deep down, I could tell that something was wrong.

An hour later, the bouquet started. My dad came back from speaking to Mr Frank, while Mr Frank went with the other council of witches and welcomed Zandor to his birthday celebration...

Zandor wasn't as old and evil-looking as everyone had presumed he would be, but then again, never judge a book by its cover.

Zandor was taken to his chair and offered a glass of champagne by one of the council members.

There was something wrong, and it wasn't the glass of champagne given to Zandor, but the fact that the council of members meant to sit down behind the back of their leader had their chairs separated from him.

"Agatha, are you okay; you look distracted".

Dad asked me while noticing the same thing happening with the council of witches.

"Dad, is it me or is there something wrong?".

I replied with a question, and immediately, Dad responded, " Nothing is wrong, just the fact that we will soon have the freedom we all desire". He arranged my hair from covering my face..

It was evident that the plan to murder Zandor was ongoing, and everyone on the council, including Mr Frank, knew about it _ I kept on having the same feelings, even after we all sang the birthday song for Zandor, the feeling that something was wrong enveloped her soul...

More than ten champagne glasses were brought to Zandor's table, maybe they wanted to get him drunk enough to be able to kill him.

It was now the time to gift hiDaddad and a few others in the council were the first to approach him_ Zandor smiled, unaware of their plans and then collected their gifts. One after the other, everyone present at the party brought a gift for him, and since Dad already had taken the gifts with the council, Mom and I joined the people who had nothing to gift him aside from wishing him the good things life has to offer.

"Happy birthday, Zandor".

Mom and I were the next people to extend our good wishes, and they were more after us.

"Thank you, ma'am .... " He looked at me, " you must be Agatha, right?" He called my name.

"Yes, and how did you know my name?" I replied to him with another question.

" I should know the name of the daughter whose father wants to kill me!!!?" He Aired out, and immediately, the atmosphere of the bouquet became dark_ Dad, and the other council members were forced to kneel by some dark forces he must've conjured.

I knew there was something wrong the moment Dad told me about the secret, and honestly, it would be impossible for anyone to kill him.

Zandor grabbed my hand and forced me over to my dad _ his hands were being crushed by one of Zandor's dark demons.

" Agatha, What do you think should be a preferable punishment for your dad; after all, he did try to kill me?".

He paused and waited for my response.

Dad and the council members in support of tonight's plan were all held down by Zandor's dark demons _ As much everyone hates having to do black magic, Zandor dwells in making sure of them.

"Please, have mercy"

I pleaded on Dad's behalf."Have mercy? What do you mean?" He laughed and then continued, "If you were in my shoes, would you forgive them?". He stopped again and awaiting a response.

But when I didn't say anything in Dad's defence, Zandor angrily asked his demons to take Dad and the others to his dungeon.

Mom and the family related to the council of witches involved begged for mercy. However, Dad and the others were taken to their cell, awaiting judgment.

My mom and I left the party, despite her pleas, and Zandor wasn't in the right frame of mind to reconsider and forgive them.

"Oh my god! He is going to kill them!?".

Mom paced back and forth without stopping.

"Calm down, we will find a way". I assured her, that she was not willing to listen to me.

She went upstairs and locked herself up in the room. No matter what, Zandor is someone who has nothing without gaining from it.

The following day, I went back to Zandor, hoping to change his mind. I got the opportunity to see and speak to him, but his mind was already made up to punish my dad and the other people involved.

"Is there anything else, Agatha?".

He stopped walking toward him, his hand placed on his chin as he ogled at my face.

"Yes ! How about a truce?". I said.

"A truce?" He fell deep in thought.

"Yes, a truce". I picked up his attention and he responded, " What type of truce? ".

"Whatever you want, in exchange for my dad".

Without stalling, I declared my intentions.

He looked at my face.

"Agatha, Do you know what you're about to do?".

"Yes, I know, so please tell me", I answered his question. And so he said.

"Fine. In exchange for your dad, I ask for you in marriage, become my Queen, Agatha".