The Lost Broom: A Tale of Magic, Mystery, and Danger

Part 2 : The Siege of Shadows

The peaceful days in the Kingdom of Anan were shattered one dark, moonless night when a horde of soldiers from a neighboring kingdom stormed the palace gates. Their eyes gleamed with the promise of vengeance, their weapons drawn to avenge a crime Ike knew nothing about. They accused King Uwa, Ike's father, of stealing a sacred treasure from their god’s shrine, a crime punishable by death. Panic spread through the palace like wildfire. Ike, still just a child, trembled in his chambers as he heard the sounds of battle—clashing swords, the cries of wounded men, and the relentless march of the enemy.

As the fear gripped Ike, something incredible happened. The broom, sensing his terror, began to move on its own. It flew out from its hiding place, glowing with a blinding light that illuminated the darkened halls. Before Ike could react, the broom shot out fiery blasts, striking down the invaders with unerring accuracy. But that wasn’t all. From the bristles of the broom, tiny warriors—no taller than a man’s hand—emerged, each armed and ready for battle. These miniature soldiers leapt into the fray, fighting valiantly alongside the king’s guards. They were swift, silent, and deadly, cutting through the enemy ranks like a hot knife through butter.

By dawn, the battle was over. King Uwa stood victorious, though his palace was in ruins, and his people were shaken to their core. But just as the sun began to rise, bathing the kingdom in its golden light, tragedy struck. The same broom that had saved them all turned on King Uwa, its power surging uncontrollably. A single blast of energy hit the king square in the chest, and he crumpled to the ground, lifeless. No one could understand why. No one, except perhaps, the broom itself.