A Prince's Quest: Journey to a New Realm

Chapter Six

I turn around and unsheathe my sword again for already the second time that day or that night and I haven't even been up for two hours yet so I'm not sure if it's morning. I hear Michael do the same behind me,

"Who the hell are you?" I ask more really annoyed than scared. I figured Uncle Venin would send people to try and kill me. I just didn't think they would get here this soon.

The man that's in front of me wears all black light armor with a sword hanging off his left side and has a wicked-looking scar that went diagonally from his left eye down to his right cheek, "My name is Javen, Your Majesty. I work for your uncle sometimes."

"Which uncle, the cool one, or the psychopath one that more and likely wants me dead? And what do you mean sometimes?" I hear Michael stifle a laugh behind me.

Javen doesn't look amused, "I go after people who displease the King and I return them for a fee. Usually a very high one."

"So, basically you're a bounty hunter."

Javen doesn't answer my question instead he gestures toward one of his companions, "Bring him out."

Two guards come out from around the corner and seem to be half dragging, half walking someone in between them. I don't notice until the light hit him exactly who it was,

"Uncle Ames," I exclaim with anger in my voice and would have tried to kill all of them if I didn't feel the pressure of Michael grabbing my arm. I see Javen's smirk and see Uncle Ames shaking his head at me.

"You and Ames should have stayed hidden where you were safe." Javen sneers at me, then turns to my uncle, "You especially should have stayed gone, Ames."

Uncle Ames just stare the man and holds his head up as high as it would go, "I never took you for someone's whipping boy, Javen."

Javen draws his sword then turns back to me. "I give you a choice here and now, boy. You come with me, and I might spare your uncle and your friend."

"Tobias, don't you---," my Uncle Ames' comment is cut off as one of the guards punches him in the stomach knocking the breath out of him. I feel a rage like red hot fire come over me; I feel it burning in my gut and in my blood. The wind starts to pick up rapidly, making the dirt road we are currently standing on kick up its dust like a sandstorm.

"Let my uncle go now, or I will make you regret ever laying a hand on him!" I warn Javen, feeling not just my anger but my magic swells up all around me.

The man just laughs at me (Big mistake!), "Do you even know how to do magic, boy?" He sneers again at me, "I don't know what realm you've been hiding out in, but I have a feeling that it didn't have a lot of magic. That's the only way you could've stand hidden or the King and his friends would have found you long ago. You might be of royal blood, but it took your ancestors months and even years to master their magic and that's even if they have the time."

It must have been instinctive or the fact that I want to show this man that I was a force to be reckoned with. I feel the magic that pulsing through my vein, waiting, and wanting to come out. I see a clear vison in my head of a man doing what looked like karate and realize that he's doing magic. I quickly move to copy him. I make a fist with my right hand and cover it with my left hand. Then I push my right fist back, lining it up with my right elbow, then quickly thrust it forward, pushing my fist out until it laid equal with my other hand palms together making sure to aim at Javen. The wind follows my movements sending Javen flinging him back before he has a chance to react. The wind sent him sliding a good twenty, thirty feet.

Javen quickly got back up, his black outfit now more like smokey grey. and he looks really mad. Not that I care he threated Uncle Ames. He hurt someone close to me. He might have not of touched Uncle Ames, but he could've stopped it.