"My king your sons..."
"I saw Kastor."
"That is very rare, my king."
"James, he is going threw rough times now. It will be back to normal when he is well."
"As you wish, your majesty."
"As you know, Abigor has been sworn to the dark ones James shall proceed with training to fulfill his spot. I trust you, Kastor to train my boy."
"It will be my great honor."
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5 years later
Nissa ran to fetch her brother who was sleeping in his leave hammock. She pushed the leave and James groaned and sat up quickly reaching for his sword.
"Jamie its me."
"Nissa! Get out!" He yelled.
"Your royal highness, your father has asked for your presence."
"Ill be there in a second." He growled.
James got up and headed for his dark green tunic. He hung his sword on his hip and reached for his bow and arrow.
He ran out heading for the trees. He waved his hands making branches appear and he went higher up hitting his targets with arrows. He than speed up throwing his bow across his back and jumping to the next branch that was 10 feet down.
"JAMES!" His father called from back were the huts where.
James ignored it and bent down to drink water from the river. He threw water on his face as the wind blew. He heard the ring of a sword being pulled from a scabbard and turned reaching for his bow and arrow.
"Who goes there?"
"Jamie!"
"Abigor?" Whispered James
James kept his weapon ready and walked past the river deeper into the woods. They were darker and colder.
"James! Get out of here!"
"ABIGOR! WHERE ARE YOU!"
James was about to dash forward when everything washed away. The woods peeled an James was once again 6 years old.
YOU ARE READING
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.
