Almost a year into his rain and still his attempts to rid the kingdom of the Dokumacilar failed at every turn. The king sat on his throne looking round absently at “his” throne room it still did not seem possibly. The death of his father was tragic and years before its time. One by the name Albotro Prongs was the cause of everything. Strange how a petty farmer can hold more power than all the kings’ guard, mused Kolak, yet he could be killed by a mere child. The memories were quick, sharp and unyielding.
The clashing of stone and steel as his father’s best men felled with hollow screams.
His father’s iron grip and the last words he said before he stowed him away in a wardrobe.
A flash of orange.
The smell of rum off the magician, as he stumbled upon him as he searched for treasures.
The rusty hunting knife that hung at the farmers waist, and the feeling of it piercing his heart and clanking off bone as the once prince unsheathed the blade and thrust into the murders chest.
Running not looking back, shouting for help.
Running.
Running.
Bringing himself back to the present, Kolak noticed he was rubbing his thumb around the pommel of the dragger he was reminiscing about. Not once till that fatal day had the knife left his side.
People would not cross the Dokumacilar unless they had protection and now as the king was forced to lock himself in his own palace how did he expect others to do what he could not. He did not want to but flashes of the last execution disturbed his mind.
It was the fifth, a traveller part of a circus group. The man did not go willingly, neither had anyone expected him to. He killed ten men before one managed to bind him with the lead cuff’s designed especially for Dokumacilar. The execution itself went as well as it could have the aftermath of it though had been a different story. No one expected. No one even thought it was possible. The entire group it turned out were Dokumacilar and since the hanging there had been five attempts on Kolak’s life, one for each execution, or so it was rumoured and they would continue as long as he further prosecuted their people.
“I am not that weak” Kolak murmured, trying to find a solution to the Dokumacilar assassins.
A rasp on the gold framed oak doors of the throne room startled Kolak from his reprieve. A lanky boy with muscular arms and long arm entered escorted by two of the palace guards. Once they reached the centre of the room, indicated by a sapphire lion, painted on the stone floor standing on its hind legs with its front paws at ninety degrees, as if it ready to swipe at a fast approaching threat, the lion resembled the royal blood of the family tree and it stood to show to others that it would stand and fight for what was right and noble, that is what his father had always said, he would usually finish by saying that the lion would someday rise to help the family at its greatest time of need, but Kolak knew it was just a fairy tale, otherwise it would have saved his father.
“sire the boy has a message from the old lord of Draipon”
“Give it here” Kolak bellowed half running down the stairs, snatching the piece of parchment from the courier’s hands. Scanning the letter he decided to grant the old Lord permission with the tactics to deal with the Dokumacilar
“Tell your lord he has my permission to act on his proposal, as long as he reports back to me if he succeeds.” Pausing Kolak looked at the boy and sighed. The boy was pitch white and looked ill. “When did you last eat?” he questioned.
“Before I left” said the boy his voice ringing musically in his ear.
“Guards take him to the arena and throw in a few of the murderers or rapists for him, understand?”
“Yes sire” said the guards in union, each scuffling a bit further from the boy
“Then go back to Draipon with my message for your lord” finished Kolak waving his hand for the company to leave.
“By your will sire” sang the boy.
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Magic Bites (Editing)
Fantasy"other Dokumailar class me as a sorcerer! You see wizards need wands and spells to use magic, and neither am I a magician who rely on objects such as scrolls, tomes and other trinkets of the sort. All I need are my hands and mind, like the previous...
