"My liege, what shall be our next plan?" a sinister and hoarse voice asked to the young man walking in front of the army. Their army in a sorry state for wear. Although they had been punished with being banished from the kingdom for trying to rebel against the King; their once called brothers and sisters did not just kindly watch them as they left the gates, but rushed them out with bows and arrows, swords, spears, the fangs, and claws of our old friends. Even nature who we thought only knew of how to sing and praise the king- took part in pushing, pulling, whipping, scorching, and many more afflictions to cast them out.

Many of them were injured to the point that it seemed questionable of why they were still alive, but only the King could take away life from any living being. The King had not given a verdict of death though, but of banishment and a curse. A curse that gave them a second form so that they might not have the blessing to be made wholly in his image. Many of their brothers and sisters dug into their skin, hoping to tear off this shameful image but it was no use. Even if they bled, the skin would heal and again they would be accursed to switch between shells of their body.

"My liege, I do not mean to question you, but because of this curse- not to mention, not being able to escape the all seeing eyes of..." the hoarse voice continued, but was slapped on the mouth before he finished.

"Never!" The young looking man growled out, "Never again do I want you calling him in my presence or any other! He is not our sovereign any longer, epecially not for any of you! You are mine! You submit to me your glory, respect, and your very lives to me! Do I make myself clear?" He towered over the man, heaving for deep breaths as he insisted on keeeping his original power. He criticizied himself for how low he had fallen! Detesting himself for taking effort to slap such a weakling. He was determined, though, to master this curse and use it to his advantage. He wasn't sure how as of yet- but he had an inkling.

"Yes, m-mm-my k-k-kking...?" the man gasped out as he struggled to a kneeling position. The name feeling foreign to his tongue and to his very soul to call someone other than his prior king to someone else, believing in some ways it could not be done. Not once from the time of his creation, has anyone spoken the name for other than their creator, their King. The same could be said for rebelling, not till this young man atleast.

"Don't turn it into a question." the young man growled again, swinging his foot to cleanly hit across the side of his face. The man was propelled by the force and ended up burying his face up to his neck in the hard rock covered ground. "Mayhaps, though, there is a more appropriate name for me. Hearing it from you, I feel like I am getting the ki- tsk! 'That man's' leftovers and I shall have it all! Much much more!" The young man smirked as he looked into the void, the void mirroring his ominous aura that ran deep inside the man and perhaps a little bit of the madness that slithered and enticed the young man that was hidden in his eyes. The very eyes that betrayed his concentration and took on the form of a venomous snake's eye or many eons later would be considered the eye of a serpent dragon.

"As for where we shall go, we shall find somewhere to heal and train our new curse- no, my power!" The young man glanced back at the mutltitude of the crowd and grinned. He hadn't done a bad job at the beginning, stealing one- third of the people from the kingdom along with him, but now it was time for bigger treasure and bigger gains. "After that, didn't 'that man' boast he was enjoying watching his creation prosper across the worlds he had created? I believe I should go sightseeing for a new home for us."

"What a wonderful idea, my king!" The man warbled as he tried to speak around the gravel in his mouth, using his arms to try and pull himself out from the ground.

"Yes, it is, isn't it? So once you're done with being a fool, go and find someone from my army who has a second form that I can ride."

"Of.... course,....my king!"

'Things to steal from the King: First: his joy.... Tsk! used his name again, I really have to come up with a new name for him.'

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