Thunder struck and a woman screamed.
"Mother!"
The boy ran forward but his father got into the way grabbing the boy by the shoulders.
"James. Sit down my boy."
"Mum."
He lead his boy to sit and lifted him on to his lap.
A few seconds later some of the healers came rushing forward bowing before the king.
"My king! Come quickly!"
The king lifted his son but the healer got in his way.
"It be best for the boy to stay here."
"Abigor watch your brother."
"Dad..."
"STAY HERE JAMES!"
James backed up bumping into Abigor who grinned at him as lightning flashed.
"Lets play a game shall we Jamie?"
"I really don't want to Abigor."
"Come on stop being a big fat baby James!"
Abigor stepped closer and pushed his brother onto the ground.
"Abigor stop it!" James yelled.
"Abigor stop it!" He mimicked.
James got up dusting him self off. The guards simply watched the boys. The storm outside was getting worse.
"Do you wanna play Jamie?"
"No. I dont!"
"Come on James! Let play!" Abigor shouted.
He pushed James again with more force. James tripped and fell his head making impact on a rock. He didn't move and the older one froze.
"James this isn't funny." Abigor said.
He walked forward and saw the red thick substance.
"JAMES! DAD! DAD! DON'T JUST STAND THERE GET SOME HELP!" Abigor yelled at the guards.
The guards moved when the king came out. He looked at Abigor and opened his mouth to speak when he saw his other son on the floor not moving.
"JAMES!" He rushed forward.
He lifted his boy as if he weighed nothing.
"Help my son!" The king told the healers.
He looked over at his wife who was hardly breathing then back at his boy.
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Woodlands
Fantasy4 kingdoms. One boy, destined to create the fall for all 4 including his own. Will the prophecy be fulfilled. The dark are desperate to get hands on the boy.
