The Necromancer

1 Hour Later

It was as if the whole city was making a pilgrimage to the circus. Ivan said had not been like this in at least twelve years.

The biggest crowd was around Xala. He allowed his snakes to fly up in the air and do tricks for them like a bunch of dogs. They flew through hoops and danced above fireballs that floated in midair around Xala. Other snakes were slithering through the air around the fireballs, creating a supremely surreal appearance.

Finally, Xala held his hand to the sky. All the snakes flying around suddenly began to fly towards the ceiling of the tent, where a dark purple ball floated. When the snakes reached the purple ball, they were sucked up like ships to a whirlpool, spiralling out of control.

Another, larger, purple ball appeared in front of the crowd. Once every snake was inside the ball above Xala, a gigantic maw ripped out of the larger ball. It had to have been five foot tall and 4 feet wide, and completely full of horrifyingly sharp and venomous fangs.

The entire crowd screamed in absolute terror, ready to run in fear. Right before the snake attack anyone, a portal opened in front of its face and it jumped through. Before the crowd could notice, another portal formed above and out dropped a twenty foot tall teddy bear with bright red buttons down his chest.

The snake then returned to Xala's upper arm.

Every part of the circus that watched erupted into a deafening cheer, until a loud gunshot-like noise boomed throughout the Courtyard. Everyone started screaming, until a similarly deafening voice boomed from the doors behind Xala: "SILENCE!"
The Necromancer looked behind him, and raised an eyebrow to the five men standing in the doorway. The shortest man walked over to Xala with fury in his eyes. He wore a very lavish set of robes, with a bear-fur collar and a velvet fabric. He had a snide expression with a nose that was too long and thin, pruned lips. His eyes were a strange foggy green. His silver hair complimented his snake-like appearance well.

"Who in the hell are you?" He pointed accusingly at the Necromancer.

"Xala Svoboda." He said calmly.

"Do you understand how many laws you are breaking?" The snake-man hissed.

A man dressed in expensive armors walked up from the other soldiers, he was almost as tall as Ivan. His broad shoulders was adorned with iron pauldrons that had an insignia on the right shoulder. It was a christian cross placed directly in the center of a lion's forehead. The man had long blonde hair, a strong jawline but raised and unaffected eyebrows. His mouth was set in almost an immortal bemuse, whilst his body sagged slightly. He just looked at Xala with a calm, careless, naive stare.

The Necromancer then looked to the snake-man, and then back to the armored man. A grin spread across his face, "You liked my trick." He said it almost matter-a-factly, and this caused the armored man to blinked into focus.

"Uhm, yeah." He smiled.

"NO YOU DID NOT! HE IS A CRIMINAL, DESERVING OF JAIL TIME!" The snake-man said.

"What are your names?" Xala asked politely as he stood up from his chair. As he did this, the other soldiers by the door quickly rushed over and shoved spears towards Xala's head.

The circus gasped, holding their breaths.

"If you will, please subdue your party. It would be greatly beneficial for us both if you did not have spears to my head."

The snake-man grinned, "My name, is Draco Jul. The King's Grandest Advisor! This, is Arthur Villad, the Prince of Dailan!"

Xala looked at him with unamused eyes.