KING GARAM

Chapter 10

GARAM

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A moon later

The walk to the dungeons was a long and stressful stroll through the castle. It was midnight night and everyone in the palace laid asleep, well mostly the nobles.

A whole moon had passed by quickly and the Empire had no King sitting on the throne. The counselors were unhappy. Women from all over the entire empire had come, but Garam had failed too choose a queen.

It was honestly getting on his last nerve. A man didn't need a queen or a lady for anything except to bare Bastards in his eyes.

Rumors had gone round saying Garam of the late King was weak and unable to rule. That's why he hadn't sat on the throne yet.

Finding a wife was the last thing that crossed his mind, except Heather... Who he had found interest in.

But she had spat on the throne when she had turned him down.

He heard that she was training with the Kings men like he had ordered. But he was indeed surprised to hear that she was a formidable opponent.

Over the last moon Garam had sent his army throughout the empire in search of all the witches.

And now, he had hundreds of them captive. Each night the death of his father laid unpaid, gave him nightmares.

It was time. Time for revenge.

The large iron gates were lifted open by the guards as they spotted Him. They took a few twists and turns underground, before they finally reached the massive cell.

The place looked rotten with bones and the bodies of the witches. Garam had no pity on his face or neither in his heart.

As soon as the prisoners set their eyes on him they arose. Looking scared. The burning candles on the wall lightened the cell... Causing some of the prisoners to shrink back. The sound of weeping and begging filled the air.

"It's time." The witch standing beside Garam said. The one and only witch that would live through this night. Luckily.

Garam nodded. But suddenly he felt his heart beat after as he watched the witches face themselves, making a circle.

"What are they doing?! Stop them?!!" He voice blasted to the guards.

He turned his head to the witch standing beside him, but his eyes widened open when he saw the witches face covered in shock.

"They are casting a spell."  She gasped.

The voices of the witches inside the cell immediately boomed afterwards. Making an incantation.

"Gods save our soul. Cast thee powers of ours on them that harm us. Listen! Listen! Listen! Hear our cries. God of death. Then can we turn to life and fill the whole horizon of our souls with it, turn with ... Let us learn from the lips of death the lessons of life. .... What then remains, but that we still should cry."

Garam felt dizzy when they raised their hands at him. There eyes glowed with hatred and revenge.

He landed on the floor, feeling a light seizure take over him. His body shook violently, as his eyes rolled back in head. He lost total control of everything.

Before he lost all consciousness he heard the voice of a prisoner say.

"You will become the very thing you hate."