KING GARAM

Chapter 2

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GARAM

"Are you sure you want to make a deal, my King?" Dorothy asked again, a concerned and scared tone in his voice.

That was the usual Dorothy, always scared, but he was indeed one of the empires best warriors.

Garam ignored him. Walking quickly to the chalet of the witch, holding down his hoody, to block his face so no one could recognize him, so did Dorothy too.

They were smashed between the large crowds of commoners.

Struggling to move without being shoved through the stiff mass of people.

Out here just a single error could course a combat.

Looking back to the days of his father especially when he was just a little boy, he would overhear about a blood-battles that happened just because a man stepped on the toe of another.

Well, what did they expect?

There was barely even adequate pace for breathing.

The men here were just too brutal.

Someone could easily pass out from the burdensome reek that hugged in the atmosphere.

luckily, they were gaining distance away from the other people and made few curves and turns up until the finally reached a door.

Which was broken off its hinges but like that someone however put it in the way.

Garam couldn't help but heave a sigh in relief, as was about to move it to the other side when Dorothy pushed it alone, and smiled.

"My king." He said.

Garam smiled too, he was already used to doing things himself, but now he sure didn't mind the help.

On the other hand, Dorothy had been a close buddy as of infanthood. They were even moved out to warfare together.

Their companionship was well-built on trust and loyalty, more than ever now they both knew how it was like to agonize.

It confirmed to Dorothy that he wasn't some kind dump son of the King.

"She is a witch... and you hate witches, so why are you doing this?" Dorothy asked.

"REVENG!" He snapped, "That's all I want."

"You vindictive son of a prostitute."

Dorothy yelled.

The both of them entered into the darkness, they moved slowly so they would not hit anything.

Out of nowhere came a flying candle, that lit up the whole room, it was amazing how much light emitted from the small rush candle.

"M- Magic..." Dorothy gulped beside him.
At that moment the candle settled in the hand of an old grotesque lady, who seemed to be the enchantress.

She had a long full frosty hair, with gleaming gold eyes, and dressed in Black. She looked ancient and filled with secrets.

To Garam she was undescribably ugly.

"I want to make a deal." Garam said, proudly. "You will help me capture all the witches of the ancient kingdom."

She sneered at him.

"What would I gain?" she asked, her voice raspy.

"You would be the last magician alive, and the strongest." The King said.

The witch smiled.

"Why do I have to make a deal with you when I can do it all alone?" Asked the witch.

In reply Garam held her by the neck in a hasty movement, triggering Dorothy to fearfully draw his sword not able to comprehend what had just happened.

The witch's eyes were wide opened, surprised by his speed and agility.

Power can do everything, magic or not. And Garam on the other hand would kill her himself if she refused.

"I will kill you with the snap of my fingers, witch."

She crossed the room, he noticed she was not on her feet, she was barely on the ground, and had no toes. But he was not scared, he had nothing to fear, he was the King.

"One condition... you would do something for me when I ask for."

Just exactly as planned for. So, he just smiled.

For centuries those witches have been living without law, however now Garam planned to teach them all a lesson.

They would regret killing his father.