"Get in there, Chris!” The king yelled as he threw Chris in the small closet. “I didn’t do it!” Chris yelled back as he felt himself get thrown like a ragdoll. Chris groaned when he smashed into the floor, and a mop handle smacked him in the head. Chris didn’t care. He cured up into a ball, and put his face in his hands. He didn’t feel like crying, he just wanted to know what he did. He sat in the small room, and waited to be let out, but no one came. As Chris waited he heard shuffling from outside the door. He lifted up his head to see that he was surrounded by total darkness. He wondered if his eyes were even open. He tried to get his eyes to adjust, but they didn’t, until the door flew open, there was a blinding light, and a man standing in front of him.
“W-who are you?” Chris choked on his words. “I am Evan, the mighty wizard.” His voice didn’t sound too tough, but Chris still didn’t want to pick a fight with him. Chris’s eyes had now adjusted to the light, and he saw the bodies of the soldiers lying dead on the ground. “What did you do?” Chris yelled while looking at the bodies. “I was running.” The wizard said. Chris could make out a smile but he could barely see the rest of his face. “Running from what?” Chris asked. But before the wizard could respond, a very loud crashing sound came from outside the door. “That.” The wizard said, too late. The wizard turned around, grasped his staff tighter, and let out a pink lightning bolt. Chris couldn't make out any facial features. The lightning ripped straight through the wall, and almost sounded like it hit something. Chris moved his gaze from the wizard to the pink lightning. The lightning looked like it was dripping, almost tiny lightning bolts and fire put together, the pinkness of the lightning lit up the already lit room. Chris snapped out of his trance and grabbed the mop that had hit his head. He walked out of the room and backed into a corner. They were in the smaller kitchen, there are two kitchens in the castle that Chris worked at. This one was about 500 square feet. There was a counter in the middle of the room with a black stove and a white washing machine. The closet that Chris was locked in took up about 50 square feet of that space. But now with the giant hole in the wall, it was only about 50 square feet. The wizard was still shooting lightning through the wall. And Chris was still in the corner, carrying a dirty mop. He sat there waiting for the wizard to stop, or do something but he just stood there, lazaly shooting lightning. Chris wondered what he was shooting at, but then guessed it was probably the same thing that broke the wall. What broke the wall, Chris wondered. He started to think pretty hard about it, and before he knew it, the wizard was in his face. “Hey, kid are you alright?” “W-what?” “Are. You. Ok?” After each word, he paused. “Oh, y-yeah, i’m fine.” “No, you’re not. I'm not about to kill you.” “Oh, that takes a lot of pressure off my chest.” Chris mumbled. “Oh good!” The wizard shouted in excitement. The wizard then held out his hand, “This will be the more,” He paused. “Formal introduction, my name is Evan.” Chris could now make out facial features, he had bleached white hair, his face was more on the chubby side. He looked very young, no more than 13 or 14, but that couldn't have been true, because the power that he had, it was too much for a 13 year old. He must have been at least 30 to have that much power, but even then, that was almost impossible. “I am the most powerful wizard, I think. Even though im only 13.” Chris looked at him in the eyes, “How?” Is all that came out, even though he wanted to say so much more. “I dunno. I am getting pretty hungry though.”
After the two of them ate, they decided to go to the dungeon in the castle. It was a very sketchy staircase. The stairs were rusted, it was dark, and Chris worried if the guard was there. When they reached the end, Evan lifted his staff and a small, but bright light shone through the darkness. “Why didn’t you do that as we were coming down?” Chris asked. Evan shrugged, “I dunno, guess I didn’t feel like it.” Chris scoffed when Evan said that, and hoped the guard wasn't there. Chris looked around and found that there were a lot of tools, and weapons. To the right of them there was a long brown table that stretched along the massive room. The table had many cuts and dents in it. Nothing really caught Chris eye except for two things, the ‘water’ that was dripping from the ceiling, and how bad the room smelled. Chris found a flashlight, clicked it on and continued to search the large counter. There were swords of all sorts, big ones, small ones, dull ones, sharp ones, shiny ones, dirty ones. He found pickaxes, axes, fingers in glass jars with green liquid, eyes that seemed to stare at him and a weird, red light. Chris shifted his light to the light but it seemed to come from the wall, he just ignored it. Towards the end of the desk, Chris saw a sword. It was glowing green, and had a black handle. The blade was very slim, but it seemed to be sharp along the entire thing. Chris picked it up, and felt more powerful. “Woah…” Chris mumbled, as he continued to look at the stuff on the desk. He got to the end of the desk and aimed his flashlight at the corner, where he found a backpack. It was glowing green down the zipper but the backpack was black. Chris put it on, but it didn’t feel like he had put it on. He felt his back, and sure enough, it was there. But it was so light, he just didn’t feel it. He put his sword between his back, and the backpack then went to find Evan, who had already found him.
