The King's Weep I

Chapter X

   The question etched its way into Kahl and his mind, 'how are you alive?'

   Kahl decided to voice this question, as he pulled his brother to a stop. His brothers gazing bright eyes looked at him, examining him. "How are you here?" He finally asked, which made them pull to a stop in the slowly fading forest.

   "I do not know myself, to be honest. Your friend, he cast a spell that pulled me out of Hell." His brother stated, and looked around at anything and everything other than his younger brother.

   "You were in-in Hell?" Kahl felt his throat close up, and tears piled up behind his lid, like they had been waiting to be released yet again. His brother sighed and looked at Kahl, pulling his face towards him.

   "I was, but I am okay."

   "What did they do to you?"

   His brother smiled, a sad smile. "They are things unspoken on this Earth, dear child."

   Kahl slumped a little, feeling drained. "So bad you cannot even speak of them?" Kahl asked, and he nodded.

   Then Kahl realized something, something bad. "Viny, I forgot about Viny!" He yelled, breaking from his brothers grasp and bolting towards the way he entered from. The old king glared at his empty arms, and stood up slowly, so-so slowly. He watched as Kahl disappeared behind the thick layers of trees, the crunches of the branches getting quieter and quieter.

   The evil king then smiled sinisterly, and yet stared at the empty vast of trees. "Dear Kahl, where are you going? I am afraid the man you are looking for is already dead," he whispered, and begun his journey back to Kahl, just to see the dissembled body of Vahl, the man he slaughtered with a smile on his face.