The Crown

Part 2

Part 2
A few days after that accident, chaos happened everywhere. The criminal rate rose until 85 percent. Many witches joined the Garvard, the organization that Drevil made. Adam and his wife were still in shock of what had happened and many people that were there were put into mental hospital. Alex’s death left the Association of Witches without a leader.

Caleb -a witch detective and close friend to Alex- took over Alex’s position for a short time. The witches were having a meeting about the leader candidates since the leader was supposed to choose his successor but Alex died before choosing any.

“Today is a long day,” complained Caleb as he stretched his stiff body after finishing two stacks of paperwork.

“How can Alex do this every day?” he wondered but as Alex crossed his mind, he became mournful. ‘I miss you, buddy,’ he thought. The brown haired male got up from his chair. His hand nudged a stack of paper until they fell messily down the floor. Scared of getting scolded by the other witches, Caleb hurriedly tidied them up. He saw a suspicious envelop. He looked around to check if anyone was there. He was totally alone. He opened the envelope carefully and when he took out the paper inside it, he gasped. ‘The paper color is pink!?’ he thought in disbelief. When he turned the paper and read it, he once again gasped. He clumsily ran out of the room leaving mess everywhere.

The door into the meeting room was slammed open roughly. There stood exhausted Caleb with sweat trilled from his red face trying to catch his breath. The witches were shocked seeing Caleb interrupt their meeting. The witches were wearing a cloak with ‘AOW’ written in their back. Annalisa, one of the witches, tried to scold Caleb, but he cut her off by raising his hand. He handed over the letter to Annalisa. At first, she raised her eyebrow confusedly then she took it with her fake wooden hand and read it. Her uncommon red eyes roamed through the paper, reading word by word carefully. She put a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. After finishing it, she folded the letter and turned her back to Caleb.

She faced the witches and conveyed, “Let’s go fetch our next leader!” The other witches were looking at her with confusion in their eyes as they clapped and cheered.

The next day, early in the morning, Caleb sent a witch messenger to bring the leader back into the Association of Witches building. “Go! Bring our leader back!” Caleb commanded valiantly.

“Okay Leader, your wish is my command,” replied Fernando, the messenger, while bowing his body.

“Don’t call me Leader now,” Caleb said while rubbing the back of his neck and smiling sheepishly. “I am no longer a leader.”

Suddenly a hand smacked Caleb’s back “Oww. That hurts! You stupid!” he screamed out of reflex. He turned his head to see the culprit. Behind him, Annalisa stood with hands folded and angry glared in her eyes.

“You are still the official leader until our real leader comes back. So show your authority as the Leader!” she spoke while glaring at him angrily. ‘If look can kill, I must have died, buried under the ground,’ Caleb thought shivered in fear because of Annalisa’s glare. While they were talking, the messenger had already left with a pair of wings that he made with his magic, flying magic. ‘What a perfect pair,’ Fernando thought bitterly.

Days passed, Fernando had flown through many woods, swamps and small villages but he never arrived. He rested in the small village that was surrounded by woods. It was so peaceful there and the weather was chilly. The map that was given to him was no help at all; he decided to ask a resident.

“Excuse me, Ma’am,” he asked an old lady who was sitting in an old wooden bench. Her wrinkled face looked at him.

“Are you lost?” guessed the old lady.

“How do you know?” he asked. ‘Is she an enemy spy?’ he questioned in his head.

“Oh no, I think we had a misunderstanding. I am not an enemy spy. My magic is telepathy or what we call mind reading,” explained the old lady.

“So where are you heading to?” she asked.

“I am heading to Anveleen Village,” he answered.

“Can you show me the way?”

“Okay, do you have a map, young man?” she requested.

“Here,” he gave her the map that was drawn by Caleb. The old lady immediately pointed her finger into a small land which was located in the opposite land of the one that Caleb marked. ‘Damn you Caleb,’ he thought. Apparently, Caleb marked the wrong place. Fernando thanked the old lady and gave her 9 gold coins. The gold coin was very expensive and each of them was worth for 50 silver coins. That much coins, she could make ends meet so she accepted it and thanked him.

In the other place, Caleb sneezed, “Achoo.” ‘Someone must be talking about me right now,’ he thought.