Flames surrounded the land as he walked towards the castle. He was a demonic man, unworthy of reaching the heavenly world above for his acts against the Creator.
He walked with a sorcerer’s staff and belt with potions of evil within them. His name was Bukason, and he was the wicked king that ruled these lands and seas. The sky
was a yellowish sulfuric color. The ground, grey, rocky, and steep. Bukason had made
it to the castle. It was the very castle where he had decapitated the king and had
taken the queen for his own. He kept the queen, not for love, but to control the offspring she had in her womb. She was pregnant with a child that was meant to be the king after his father passed, but with the king already dead and the kingdom took over, the child was to be his heir, not the old king.
He watched dragons kneel before him as he pasts them. He saw pegasi, unicorns, and more creatures scatter as he neared their locations. He saw a small bird trapped within a tree, unable to fly away, and when he walked up to it, he burned the tree down and walked away while he laughed at the bird’s misfortune.
He had walked up the stairs to greet his wife only to find her missing. Enraged to see her absence, he took his staff and brought it to the ground. It unleashed a shock wave that made the servant hurrying towards Bukason trip and fall.
“My lord, something has terribly happened,” the servant whispered, afraid of the powerful mage in front of him.
“Well, go on with it!” Bukason was already angered with his wife missing; he did not need any more intrusions to his everyday life in the kingdom.
“Well,” the servant continued, “Your queen had an accident, and there was a miscarriage, but…”
“But? But what? It was a miscarriage, which means less trouble for me. What could possibly be the problem with that?”
“The child, my lord, is missing.”
