Chapter 8

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by Brozarry

by Brozarry

Chapter 8

*Author's P.O.V*

Fifteen minutes later, Zayn stops his training when he hears the bell ringing. That signal meant something is deeply wrong. The guards and him run into the castle, ready to defend themselves. Servants are rushing about without saying anything. Zayn looks around the castle in hopes that he'll spot curly hair flopping around underneath the crown. He runs to his room since he figures he should be there if he isn't out here. The door to the room is locked, which leads him to banging his shoulder against it. That doesn't do anything since he isn't the strongest. He waves a guard, who happens to be much bigger and probably stronger than him, over. The guard doesn't hesitate in trying to kick the door open. The door slams up against the wall when it is open. Zayn rushes in and looks around only to find nothing.

"He has been taken." Zayn says while picking up the shiny golden crown and twisting it around slowly.

"We've tracked the king. A villager has spotted an assassin transporting him through the Oak Woods on a horse as we speak." Another guard says as she enters the room.

"We need to figure out how this assassin was able to get inside our castle so we can have more protection that will prevent this from happening ever again." The other guard states, watching the shorter male gently sit the crown down on the bed.

"Now is not the time for that. Once we get him back, then we can do all of that. I want every guard on a horse right now. Do not come back to this castle unless you have him." Zayn states, and the two guards leave while nodding their head.

He still stays in the room while running his fingers through his hair. This can't be happening. How could an assassin get inside and out without altering anyone? He has the teleportation gift. He hopes that they can get to Harry before he is killed. He is going to make him take a needle once he gets back. It's the only way he can protect himself in situations like this. He leaves the room and then goes to the army room. He suits up as best as he can, seeing that he is the only one still here. A servant comes in and helps him latch his sword onto his back. He leaves the castle and then heads to the stall. A surprise look comes up on his face when he sees that the only horse left is Harry's. He gets on her and then rubs her white hair. Just before he can leave, Niall rushes over to him while breathing heavily.

"I don't have time to talk to you right now. My king is in danger, and every second I spend here with you is a second wasted away trying to save him." Zayn says with the horse slowly walking out of its stable.

"Please take me with you." Niall begs as he grips the handle of his dagger in his pocket.

"Niall, you aren't protected in any armor, and you don't know the proper fighting techniques. We need you to stay here and keep the servants in calm and safe." Zayn informs, watching him frown.

"I have a gift, though. I can help. Let me help out, please." Niall replies, giving him his best puppy dog eyes."You need all the help that you can get right now."

"You stay near me at all times, don't say anything, and don't intervene unless someone is about to die." Zayn responds before pulling him up onto the horse.

Meanwhile, Harry wakes up, feeling his body bouncing a bit roughly against something. The first thing he sees is green grass and rocks passing his vision. He tries to sit up, but that's when he notices his wrists and hands are tied. He goes to swallow but realizes that his mouth is gagged with a rip piece of his shirt. That's when he remembers what happened to him. He turns his body off the horse and grunts once his back hits the ground hard. He pulls the shirt out his mouth just as he hears the horse stop a few feet away from him. The assassin comes over to him while shaking his head. He crouches down in front of the young king and looks over him. He brings his face close to his and then starts to laugh.

"You may have taken me now, but it's going to last long. There are other gifted people out there ready to kill for me. Even die for me." Harry says, then spitting in the man's face."This is nothing but a short victory for you."

"Our gifts are greater than any one of your guards' gifts. Therefore, our victory will continue to go strong. It was so easy to pose as any one of your staff members and know everything you planned." The man explains as he grips the back of his hair tightly.

"You don't know everything, so anything you say will not scare me." Harry replies while trying to ignore the pain at the back of his head.

"Then why don't you go ask your buddy Zayn about why this is happening to you. He's much more than what your parents thought or what you think he is." He states, smiling when his eyes grow wide.

"I don't care. You all will feel every inch of my wrath. I'll make sure that your bloodline will, too." Harry responds before slamming his forehead against his.

It hurt like hell, but it is worth it. The assassin stumbles back while hissing in pain. His hand covers the forming knot on his forehead as his anger rises. His foot comes in contact with the king's chest, sending him into a coughing fit. He grabs him by the collar of his shirt, then punching him a few times in the face. Once he is satisfied with the gash on his cheek and the busted lip, he lets him go. There's so much more he wants to do, but his master ordered him not to harm him too much. She would be the one to harm him as much as she wanted. He puts him over his shoulder and then starts to walk back to his horse. This time, he puts him in front of him so he can have a better eye and grip on him. He gets on the horse and then starts to ride again.

"You'll never have the chance to kill me or have my kingdom. My parents were gonna make sure of that, but I'll be the one to follow through with it." Harry says, then biting at his bounds.

"I think you should know that I was the one that happily sliced that knife across your whore of a mother's throat. It felt great feeling her blood flood onto my hand." The man replies and sadness washes over the king.

"Then let it be known that I will be the one to slice my dagger across your pathetic neck and watch the shock and fear in your eyes as I stand over you." Harry hisses out before he is knocked out.
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