He sat on his golden throne stroking the back of his left hand with the fingers of the other hand. His elbows were resting on the gargoyles of the throne's arms. He was in a yellow robe with golden edges. On his neck dangled a neckless made of small spherical red objects. His head was bald; his face rather smooth. His eyebrows arched in crescent, looking like small bowls on top of his small eyes. His beards flowed to his chest, which rose and fell with his breaths. The court his throne sat in was large, capable of carrying a hundred people. On one of the walls were windows which made the light in the inside no different from the outside.
From his feet, a yellow carpet stretched to the main entrance, almost a hundred meters away. Below his throne stood a young man in a blue robe bowing.
"Have you found all the objects?" His voice reverberated, making the young man flinch. The young man extended his arms, before spreading his palms to reveal three lustrous orbs, the size of marbles. "Yes, master." The young man nodded in his bow. He seemed afraid to even lift his head, for fear of his eyes meeting his master's.
He picked the orbs one by one, a side satisfied smile finding its way on his face. "Now, among the twenty of his disciples, I will be honored the most. Soon, he will make me his heir. Have you any news from the witch?"
"Yes, master. She said he will be here before the day ends. The seventh disciple warned that he is destined to destroy us, if we do not destroy him first."
"The walks belong to us now. Go prepare the spell, I leave in an hour."
"Yes, master." The young man left as quickly as he could, fearing that staying a minute more would kill him.
After the young man left, an old man was spewed by the large entrance. The old man was hunched. He had white hair and like him, he had his beards flowing to his chest. The old man was in a purple robe, which looked more elegant than the one he wore. He stood on his feet as the old man approached. He bowed slightly to show his respect. However, the slight arrogance on his face showed that although he respected the newcomer, he was in a rank higher than the old man.
"Abbot, what news do you have this time?" He asked, the brightness of his eyes becoming apparent.
"Master…" The old man bowed when he got close to the throne. However, the man reached his hands out to help the abbot rise, "You are the abbot now. You cannot address me as master anymore."
"Yes Ma… third disciple. The children are already in the temple, as you asked."
"Take them to the seven priests. They will tell you what to do with them…what about what we wanted from the walks, have they handed it over?"
"No, third disciple. Their chief is unregenerate. Not even the death of his beloved daughter can make his will budge."
"My first brother will deal with him, he is capable. However, the time to do what he commanded me to do is here. I have to travel to the land of the walks."
"Good luck." The abbot smiled before taking his leave. He understood who had given his former master a task.
After the abbot left, he opened his palms which he had closed since he saw him. He stroked the orbs a little and they turned from green to blue. He grinned a large grin before retrieving a leather porch from his storage wristlet where he carefully kept them. He then returned the porch in the wristlet before leaving the hall. He was going to use a spell which could transport him to wherever he wanted instantly.
He walked out of a large castle to a garden not too far from his castle. The garden was full of vegetables and fruits. It was lush, inviting its onlookers to pluck any of what it carried to have a taste. He passed through the vegetation without care to the center where a circular area of about three meters radius was left bare. The young man who had earlier given him the orbs squatted on the ground, drawing shapes on the ground with a born-like dagger while he strongly chanted a spell. "Master, it is ready." The young man stood up with a sheepish smile when he reached the edge of the circle. The young man's face was drenched in sweat and was breathing fast, a sign that what he had done had taken a toll on his strength.
"You have done well, Soldin. Your sins are now forgiven." He waved casually before stepping on the center of the circle.
"Thank you, master. Have a wonderful journey." The young man's eyes lightened and he almost jumped on his master. He clapped his hands and his master disappeared. He walked out of the garden with a laughter that never wanted to leave his face.