The palace was most exquisite. We both gasped at the beautiful art all around us. There were paintings of every king in Vesperis' history, starting from Jakeg the Foolhardy.
"Hey, Jethro, I think you're related to him," I jested.
He punched me in the shoulder at this, hurting me like a mother.
"Hello there!" A distant voice cried out.
"Hi!" Jethro exclaimed.
"How do you do?"
"Pretty well, considering you kidnapped us!" Jethro yelled out.
"You have the wrong idea," the king replied in annoyance.
"How so?" Zaxl spoke.
"I only brought you in because I admire you."
"Quite good with first meetings, are you?" Jethro growled.
"I suppose so," he nonchalantly said.
"That was sarcasm, dip crap," Jethro stupidly said.
"You dare use sarcasm in front of a king? How dare you call me that?!"
"Yeah, buddy, what are you going to do about that?"
"I could have you flogged."
All of a sudden. The court jester walked up to the king with his head lowered in reverence, whispering something I couldn't hear.
"What!?" King Jacob shouted.
"Great news, you will not be flogged today!" he explained.
"Why though?" I asked, confused.
"I know now that you are the heroes of Colmer, Arthur, and Jethro."
"Thank you for sparing us," I sighed in relief.
"Of course! Anything for you two."
"Can you really do magic?" he asked unexpectedly.
"Sure, we can," Zaxl bowed humbly.
We demonstrated Sparklight and the entire room lit up like a candle.
"Can you teach me that?" he asked.
"Sorry, bud, magic is only for believers," Jethro replied with a scoff.
"I believe!" he exclaimed.
"Just say Sparklight three times," I offered.
He said it and the room lit up like a fire.
"How many spells do you know?" he gestured towards Zaxl.
"Several hundred"
"Woah!"
"I rarely use most of them."
"Why?"
"Some spells are forbidden," Zaxl winced.
"That is a crying shame," the king said, depressingly.
"Tell me about it!" he hissed.
"We need to get you two in better clothes," he said.
"We have no money," I admitted.
"No worries, you will get armor for free," King Jacob grinned.
"So what happens now?" I asked.
"Now. you get some fresh clothes. You can get anything you want,"
"Thank you, Your Majesty." I bowed.
"Off you go now," the king had us escorted for our safety.
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The Amethyst Flame
FantasyThe village of Colmer is devastated by a plague. Its only hope is two brothers divided by their beliefs in magic. When Jethro ventures into the depths of the forest to find a wizard who can heal the village, Arthur is forced to find his brother befo...
