Kahl and Alkimi stared at him blankly, not quite registering what Viny just uttered.
"Say something please, you guys are making me look crazy!" Viny complained, staring at the two.
Finally Kahl blinked, "he is dead, Viny. I watched it with my own eyes, there is no way he is alive." He informed the warlock, who nervously laughed a little.
"Well, you see. About that, I got a small bit of curiosity. So, I cast some spells blah blah blah, and then the next thing you know, your brother appears in front of me! I was in shock, too. I locked him up, and told him to stay put, but I need you to come back with me Kahl." Viny explained, not exactly sure if the two were hearing any of this.
"Hey," Alkimi interrupted. "I am his father, I believe I should go, too." He stated, crossing his arms while scanning the two of them.
Viny shook his head, "no. His father is the last person he wants to see, and he requested Kahl, not you." Alkimi glared at him, his nostrils flaring. He gave them both one last look before leaving the room, leaving the door banging against each other as it closed.
Viny looked back at Kahl, and frowned. "Look, if you don't believe me, that's fine. Come with me and see for yourself, Kahl. He wants you."
Kahl narrowed his eyes, "my brother is not alive. He is dead, I watched him disappear from with my own eyes. I saw his heart stop, I saw him die. What you are speaking is utter nonsense Viny, and I will not have it." He growled out, and followed the way back to the window, where the snow silently fell. Viny bit his lip, and exchanged a few ideas within his head.
"Well," he whispered as he neared Kahl, "we don't have all day." Viny placed his hand on Kahl's shoulder, making him jump and look at him. Before Kahl could process anything, the warlock had already teleported them to his cove.
To Kahl's assumed dead brother, the king that turned to evil.
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The King's Weep I
FantasyFor when the kingdom had known they lost their king to evil, and the snow fell as silently as ever, not phased. 'N-am putut alerga sau mers pe jos, el a luat de mână și ma iubit,' is what he whispered to the fateful child where he wept. The ch...