The Realm of Gods and the Tyrannical King

Chapter Three

It was very early in the morning within the Divine Realm. The sun hadn't even started coming up yet. It was still dark out. In the palace of the Tyrannical King, Metatron, slept his son, Uzair. In Uzair's large bedroom there was a grandfather clock that read "5:55." The sun would begin coming up soon.

Uzair was still sleeping. He never got up this early. But he had been recently. All because of the visions and dreams he had been having. He tossed and turned in his sleep for what seemed like endless nights, only to wake up drenched in sweat and out of breath, panting harshly. The same thing was about to happen again. While the Prince was sleeping, he was having another one of his recurring dreams. Although the dreams felt so real. Like they weren't dreams at all.

Within his dream, Uzair would find himself standing at the peak of a mountain, caught in a horrible thunderstorm. Within the rain, lightning and clouds, Uzair would see apparitions of the same man, flashing in and out of existence, all while loudly whispering his name.

"Uzair," the masculine voice whispered. "The time nears," the voice said. "For you to take your place." And the dream ended. It was like Uzair was forcefully pulled out of the dream by some unknown external force or being. But he wasn't. Uzair would sharply sit up in bed, waking up with a sharp gasp of air and beginning to pant right after. After a few seconds, Uzair would lift his right hand to his muscular chest, feeling the coating of sweat that had accumulated throughout the night.

Uzair looked at the grandfather clock that was across the room, but he couldn't see the time because of the absence of light. Uzair opened his right palm, generating an orb of white light through the use of his magical abilities. The small orb of light would float over to the grandfather clock, lighting up the object so Uzair could see. The clock read: 5:57.

Early. Very early, Uzair thought. But he already knew that there would be no way of him going back to sleep. He never did end up going back to sleep after waking up in the middle of the night after having another one of his dreams. So, he was going to do the only other thing he knew to do, and the thing that he had done ever since his visions and dreams kept happening. Go to his best friend.

Uzair would get out of bed, changing his clothes. He'd change into a pair of white, ankle-length pants that were cuffed at the bottoms. He would tie a long, black cloth-like piece around his waist as well, which would hold his pants up. Along with this would be a pair of black socks and white sandals. As for his top, he'd slip on a white cloak that had semi-long sleeves and no hood. The cloak went down to about where Uzair's knees were. Uzair would then embark on a rather short journey, using a teleportation spell to almost instantly appear at his friends' large palace. This friend was another god. Specifically the God of Fire and Dragons.

When Uzair teleported, he'd come out at a long bridge-like structure that led towards the actual palace. The bridge-like structure was lit by fire. There were dragons made and carved out of stone that sat atop small pillars with flames lit inside of their mouths, illuminating different segments.

Uzair would walk down the path, going straight past armored guards on the night shift, as they knew who Uzair was and he was allowed to come and go as he pleased. Uzair walked right on inside, right through the huge double doors. When inside, the halls would be lit with similar structures like the dragons on the bridge.

Dark red carpet was rolled out onto the hardwood flooring, making Uzair's footsteps sound soft and muffled as he walked down the hall. "Uzair!" A masculine voice called out. He would come to a halt when he heard his name, turning around to face a man.