In that moment of her despair, Alyce hopeless of anyone coming to her rescue, and resigned to her fated death, was when the mighty warriors of the kingdom,led by the famed captain Jakk Huntsman, rammed through the tavern and there,on his black stallion,in a flame of fire,a hand reached out to her, casting her gaze upon the chivalrous dark knight before her. His calm brown eyes were comforting to this damsel in distress.
"Take my hand,my lady. The tavern walls won't hold much longer," Captain Jakk Huntsman said,as Alyce stared dumbfold. A little hesitant, for she feared he was one of them but his eyes,shone tenderly as she gladly reached out for his hand and in one swing, captain Jakk Huntsman swooped her up onto the back of his horse.
"Hold onto me,tightly!"Captain Jakk Huntsman instructed her, while handing her a cloth to protect herself from the choking smoke. Alyce covered her face. Heedly,she followed his advice , waiting not to be told twice as she gladly wrapped her arms tightly around his rugged torso.
Soon after, captain Jakk Huntsman gave a jerking kick to his the horse's underbelly, holding it's rein tightly as he began to maze out of the burning tavern, jumping over one burning table after the other .The fire was getting out of hand, consuming anything within it's reach.Captain Jakk Huntsman, desperately to escape from the flames unscathed, charged his horse right through the door, ramming it down with a kick, hurling a few distance away.
Outside the tavern it was no better, the capital was up in flames and in total ruin. On an unburnt cottage,the three sister witches stood atop of it,watching as the capital burned to the ground, and it's inhabitants screaming for their dear lives, with its embers flickering exuberantly into the blackened night.
Captain Jakk Huntsman,still seated on the saddle,rode off from the scorching flames. Alyce clung herself against his back, with her hands clenched around his waist, unwilling to let go from the safety of her knight. Captain Jakk Huntsman jerked his horse reins towards a more serene place,if there was any, while his men stood in wait for their Captain.
The situation was growing dire for Captain Jakk Huntsman now that Alyce was unwilling to let go. It took Captain Jakk Huntsman quite a convincing plead for her to let him join the others. They stood in wait, growing ever more impatiently for him to show up but here he was, wrapped under the arms of a woman. Her breasts pressed against his back, with deep heaving accompanying a thobbing heart. Laying her head onto his rugged back,he couldn't do anything other than being hopeful for her understanding that many lives were at stake and he was the sword that would cast the witches down to the deep depth pits of hell.
Her fears were understandable,but she too knew that without his help, saving her boss,the only helper she had left, would've nothing but a futile dream. Speedily, she dismounted off the horse reluctantly.
"My lady!" Captain Jakk Huntsman called.
"Yes?" Alyce answered.
"If it's not a bother, may you give me the honour of knowing your name?"Captain Jakk Huntsman asked, as his mesmerizing eyes met hers.
" Alyce,"she answered, wrapping her arms around herself. She was flattered, and flustered, by her knight desire to know her name.
"I'm Jakk Huntsman,Captain Jakk Huntsman,my lady. But as for you,call me with no formalities,just Jakk Huntsman. Nice to make your acquaintance, Alyce."
" Nice to make your acquaintance too, Jakk Huntsman," Alyce replied, swirling a strand of her auburn hair through her fingers.She was such an eye catcher by the looks of it,with her large bossom and kissable lips.
" Till next time we meet, Alyce. May we share a drink under a much quieter night than this. Farewell,my lady," captain Jakk Huntsman said, as he rode off leaving Alyce rooted, lovestruck,unable to move an inch.
On her hand,she held a bag of coins, generously gifted by captain Jakk Huntsman.Alyce had reluctantly turned it down,but his persuasive nature had her giving in without any further resistance. It was heavy,as she tossed to feel it's weight. In the fire and brimstone of a capital, it still had heroes after all. Alyce gazed at the vanishing black horse, with its rider in the thick blackened smoke, alongside his other men, galloping towards the danger, as they relished a fight with the so called scourge of men, the witches.
The shape shifting familiars filled the skies, while holding onto their preys with there claws deep into their victims shoulders. Cawing,they flew to their Masters,as the three sisters waited ravenously for their meals to arrive. So were the other familiars; the ravens held onto a three year old girl. The little girl crying,called out for her mother who was chasing after her,also crying.
Her helplessness was there for anyone to see,falling and tripping herself down in despair while her daughter cried out for help. On her knees she yelled, crying out, agonizingly for help. Her cries echoed across the desolate capital, but the screams of her fellow Aldians drowned her own.
No one was coming to her rescue. Seeing her only daughter on the brink of death was more than she could take, while a murder of crows carried off their tribute;a family man to Olga the witch. "Bring it here,my ravens!" Aleg shouted,as she stretched out her arms ready to receiving it .In hordes,they flew towards her, while still in the sky, all of a sudden, they mysteriously shifted back to its monsterous form. It now held the girl on its beak, as it slowly flew towards its Master." Tribute for you,Master!" It cawed, but only her Master could understand the language, not even the other witches could understand it, exception to the other familiars only. For these, witches and their familiars became one since there birth.
Captain Jakk Huntsman rode, together with his men,briskly off passing through the black fumed street. His thoughts were now fixed on the prize ahead. Amongst his soldiers, riding on a grey mule, was a young man of not more than twenty years. His long auburn hair flapped through the thick fumed street as his short beard sat calmly on his chiseled chin. They called him Brayyan, the lieutenant and a bastard son. And together with a band of bastards, they rode gallantry wearing unfazed faces to where the witches were,to save the king's subjects from the witches clutches, and to put an end to reign brought by the witches.
One after the other,they flew their preys to their Masters. Screaming aloud, they prayed against fate for a saviour to come to their aid. Olga's prey was a young man;a husband and a father. His physical features were to die for as well as with his golden hair. Her familiar,a crow ,brought it down for her, grabbing him roughly by the neck with a mere left-hand.
"Pathetic!" Olga moaned,"Have humans became so weak, even after all these years?" " Please,i beg of you,spare my life,"the young man said hoarsely, bleeding.
" Spare your life? Are you all men so weak that you have to beg for your lives, pathetic ?!"Olga retorted.
" I...i beg of you,my daughter,my wife?!,"the young man replied , choking.
" What! Fool,I don't give a foot about your daughter or wife, they're are better off without a feeble of man like you!"Olga roared, still grabbing onto him by his neck." For this night you die,my prey." For Elga,her familiars had with them a young blossoming girl,of about sixteen winters. Her brunnete hair,silky ,blew recklessly against the wind.
"Hahahaha.... Oh...what a prize!" Elga exclaimed excitedly on seeing her."My familiar do know how to pick a splendour of a prey for me... hahaha..." Olga and Aleg glared at her venomously, jealous of her prey. They too wished for such a prize. Aleg held hers,as it ferociously writhed its fragile body about, crying for it's mother. Aleg held no remorse for it,she was dying and needed its vitality to live longer. For she yearned to see further into the unknown future that was fading before her very eyes. They'll did. There hunger for these pests was solely for one solemn reason: their vitality and youth .
Those humans that were blossoming in life,gave them their needed cup of youth. But there was a draw back, for they couldn't sustain themselves for long with the very few preys they got, thus needed to replenish their draining vitality,were it not for her, their skins and beautiful future selves would have been something to marvel at. Now that their hinderance was no more,they were free to roam deep into the realm of the humans without fear of her.
"Let's depart sisters! We've got what we came for, "Olga insisted. They all had their preys needed, to harvest the secret ingredient inside of them.
"Rightly said sister," agreed Elga.
"Uh...is that right?!"Aleg muttered. In preparation for departure, as their prey tried to put up a losing fight, captain Jakk Huntsman's and his band of witch -hunters stood just down below where they were. "Men!" He spoke,"it's being a long time since we hunted a witch down."
" Aye captain!"they replied.
" Remember the training,don't let them get under your skin no matter what! Don't let them dictate the fight, "captain Jakk Huntsman's said," and above anything else,protect the captives.Save them no matter what,is that understood?"
" Aye captain!"they'll responded unisonly. Hastily, they dismounted from their horses as they rushed towards the rooftop awhile the witch sisters prepared to tie up their preys with reed ropes. Their familars kept a watchful eye, hovering just above them. The crow on seeing the advancing soldiers making their way atop begun to screech, flapping it's humoungous wings in attempt to warn its Master, blowing a large cloud of smoke back into the city. Olga soon became aware of the peril that was looming and she sought to warn her sisters of it.
"Sisters!" Olga called out,"we've intruding enemy amidst." As soon as she had just indulged her sisters , a troop of soldiers-hooded in cloaks-appeared with their swords drawn out, sieging them,atop of the cottage.
"Men?!" Olga moaned,"Haven't you learned yet?"
"Don't bother,sister Olga,"Elga insisted," they're trembling of their wits,just by standing there."
" What a pleasant surprise. Now you've peaked my interest, warriors! "Aleg said stressingly. Captain Jakk Huntsman stood in-between his men, firmly holding onto his sword. He was calm,in the middle of burning capital and in the face of witches.
"I didn't expect to find an attractive hag amongst your kind!"he responded. He was fixated on the raven witch. Her aura of bloodlust betrayed her. But she held something. A captive in her hand,a child. Aleg looked his way menacingly, erupting in uncontrollable desere to ripe the captain heart out.
"I see you mortal men do know a beautiful woman when you see one, eh!" Olga retorted. Captain Jakk Huntsmanhad only come up with a strategy in the ninth hour. It was a risky strategy,which needed his men to follow through to the end. They were to avoid direct engagement to minimize the loss of lives but to keep the enemy preoccupied with their own fights. In doing so, they required the witches from fighting side by side.Separating them apart was the only option they had. "Apologies for the misunderstanding,old hag,but i was not implying to you,"captain Jakk Huntsman replied. Olga was infuriated,of all thing to call her an old hag was a death wish for any mortal man. Her expression was,to put it vividly,a bad piece of art. She was beyond livid. Creases had formed on her forehead.
"I'm going to tear you to shreds, you pathetic human!" Olga threatened. The captain was getting bored by the unending talking.He craved for a fight to satisfy his palate.
"Lets end this!" the captain barked. They were on the the attack pose,ready to cut in half the witches upon those who had brought mayhem and destruction to their capital. They too,the witches and their familiars, with claws sharper like any other sword, were yearning to indulge in some goring of their own.
Witch Transformation Mode: Incomplete Hybrid union;In that moment, unisonly they charged forward, some screaming and others smiling weirdly, with their captain taking on the beautiful young witch. Her nails were like those of raven's,inwardly curved and lethal. It was her incomplete hybrid form. A union between a witch and her familar. In this union,a witch strength and her endurance were twice amplified, they became stronger like a three man army.
Olga in her hybrid form,also an incomplete union, attacked the soldiers. Brayyan led a separate group of four soldiers at her while the other four surged at Elga in her hybrid form, also incomplete. Their captain attacked the ravishing witch on his own,he was twice as strong as all of them.
Witch attack Mode: Raven Slashing arms claws;Captain Jakk Huntsman swung his sword at her with a wind cutting thrust,Aleg dodging the blade in measly seconds,cracking the cottage's roof in one hit. In return,with the captains sword still on the ground,Aleg drew the first blood with her monsterous raven claws slicing through his chest. Captain Jakk Huntsman,in pain,let out a grimacing groan,but he had a frightening look painted all over his face on seeing blood oozing out of his body. It had been a long time since he had seen his own blood;for in those lonesome years only his enemies blood graced him more often than he would've wished for.
Seeing his own blood drip down from his chest made him relish even more the joy of a stronger opponent, swinging his sword towards the pestilence of a witch. Heck he didn't wish himself dead,but the taste of it was much more irresistible to turn it down.Aleg went for the kill,the same could be said of captain Jakk Huntsman.His sword and her claws met, sharping each other in the motion as they glared deep into each other empty eyes.
Witch attack Mode;Crow slashing claws;Lieutenant Brayyan and his men were effortly putting up a fight of their own against the old hag. Though a man down, they'll still held their own, with Olga also having taken damage from Brayyan cunny attack. Brayyan had grazed Olga on her right arm. She was breathing heavily,and on the very end of the rope. In desperation, she charged forward to eradicate the nuisance of a man.
"You don't give up, filthy man?" Olga asked,panting. Brayyan was also having a difficult struggle holding his breath.
"Filthy?!" Lieutenant Brayyan asked, managing a giggle." See who's talking." Olga, was the eldest of her two sisters by roughly three decades. Her creaking bones were giving up on her. She could not match against youth. All they ever wished was eternal immortality. And to get it,one had to kill to have it. It was not her goblet of grog but she feared death itself.
But that hadn't been the whole case, at least not before her twentieth year since her birth, life as she knew it was filled with laughter and more laughter. There,in her small village of Tulip, happiness reigned in each and everyone's hearts that no one,woman or child,had the vilest thoughts creeping deep within their hearts. Oh,how joyous they were. The land that they tiled and planted, so fertile, gave life to new strong grain for them to eat and sell, and the river, exuberant as ever,gave them plentiful of water for their drinking and irrigation.
All happy and content,something with vile malice lurked beyond their little village,far away at a distant kingdom,that sought nothing more than to pass down the sword of total eradication on them. So two enemies swooned over whom was going to swing the first blow. And so,the mightiest witches,wary of the looming threat strapped on their weapons for the looming battle,led by their coven's grand witch, Agaatha. Armed and ready,the three hundred warrior witches flew off on the backs of their familiars,to the kingdom of Enfer, where they had been born and where their true enemy reigned from.
With their warriors,who protected the weak and young, gone,was when they,hundreds of Aldia royal army soldiers,riding on horses, came crushing right into their homes, capturing and burning their village to the ground. As for those who hadn't been lucky to escape from the men's deadly scourge, they were all condemned to death by fire and her family,as well as those closest to her heart, fell to the same fate. Burning to their deaths, that the screams of them had yet to fade away from her memories. As they slowly died to a gruesome death,was when her hate for the cruelty of men truly awakened in her.
They,who judged and swung down their swords of condemnation against them, were the true evil before her eyes. On that day, everything that she vehemently held dear disappeared like it was never there, like a small flickering flame, fighting against the a gale of wind,in an open field.Her heart, since that day,grew hateful, vengeful, fighting itself for answers to all her sorrowful predicament.
But no answers to what she sought to hear,to quell her growing hateful heart,was forthcoming. That's until,she and her two younger sisters fled from their new village,the village of Agaatha,to her true rightful home, in the kingdom of Enfer,was where her questions that she had for so long sought to hear finally got answered.
She or rather the rest of her deceased coven brethrens had every right to exist?They were the ones who were at the wrong for having been hunted throughout their entire lives like mere wild game.To shield themselves from the scorching purge against them,they abandoned the warmth of the sun,to the sanctuary of the darkness, hiding in the shadows of the darkness for all of eternity. And all because they were different from them. Even an ant,small as it maybe, has the right to busk under the sun's warmth.
But they,the filthy humans, had seen them unworthy of existing,of sharing the sun,of living under the same sun and breathing the same air with them. Then wasn't her killing and destruction not as just as they had passed the same judgement upon them those centuries ago.
Her world since then was always riddled with pain and hate,while they,the humans, ate and drunk from their might castles in the warmth of the sun. As those memories came flooding back with a bursting emotional thrust, thus unfortunately clouding her from the predicament at hand. There, in those fond memories of hers,she was floating away, in a world that she once treasured and cherished,laughing and dancing amongst friends and family.
Lieutenant Brayyan, on seeing Olga wandering away,deep in thoughts ,charged in on her, plunging his sword straight into her heart. No weapons were lethal to a witch,only fire. But Olga, clearly in pain,spurt out her own blood, shedding her witchery tears at the taste of her darkened memories. Only other way of eradicating them was to stab them with a special forged sword,a sword forged out of silver;it was lethal to witches. Their death was gruesome, anguishing as their blood clotted. With only a direct hit to their hearts; other parts were unlethal to them.
"Why-why do you hate us so much?" Olga asked, coughing out some blood. Brayyan was lost and confused. On seeing her sister dying,Elga screamed out, calling her name, running towards her wounded sister, crying, and unbothered of absconding her fight unceremoniously.
Lieutenant Brayyan on seeing this, took a step back, drawing out his sword out of her, with her witch blood dripping down from it. Olga stumbling backwards, tumbled down to the ground, falling down,as she slowly breathed her last,on her sister's warm bossom. Aleg took a step back as well, staring blankly to where her big sister lay dying, unbelieving that her older sister last borrowed breath was nigh, condemned to her unforeseen fate at the mere hand of mortal man. As at that moment,she too shed a tear for her big sister.
Just like his lieutenant, Captain Jakk Huntsman also took a step back, unfamiliar with the air of sombriety in the atmosphere. Doubting whether he was safe enough,he took a step further back. Elga held Olga in her bossom, with her tears dripping down on her dying big sister.
"Big sister, don't leave me," Elga begged, crying. Her sister's familiar stood behind her, cawing,after their union had come undone by the silver forged sword.
"Sister, do you think there's an afterlife for people like us?"Olga asked,as she coughed,spitting out some spittle of blood.
"Of course sister," Elga replied,still crying.
"It would be nice, sister. To be reunited with mother and grandmother. To be reunited with everyone," Olga responded," I hope in paradise their is no sorrow or pain. Just happiness. An ever ending happiness."
" Big sister,"Elga called calmly, crying uncontrollably.
" Elga,Aleg," she called them," you both have been my greatest treasure any big sister could ask for. Thank you for having loved me with all my flaws." And with that, Olga was no more. Elga cried out yelling and screaming unable to contain the pain, the despair pent up closer to her heart any second more.The captain and his men watched in disbelief,also were the captives who huddled to each other at a corner.
Aleg, Olga baby sister,stood still. Unknowningly to her of how to react. Only that she stood,gazing at her big sister lifeless body, while it slowly disintegrated into a pile of ashes along with her familar.
"Big sister." Aleg managed to utter in a whisper. She was unaware what was happening to her. Her body was trembling,she never knew fear felt like these. All her entire life she always had her sisters by her side. Olga had nursed her since the day their mother had died,for her to even remember her face or smile. Aleg hadn't known any mother except Olga. And now she laid as a pile of ashes, her big sister and her mother.
"Big sister!" Aleg yelled,loud enough for the dead to be woken deep from their graves. Elga stared at her frightened,unseen to her before,Aleg of the present moment. Her little sister was crying, weeping for her dead departed sister.
"I will kill you all! I will kill you all!"Aleg roared, swearing and crying.
Witch Transformation Mode: Complete Hybrid union;There she stood in her complete hybrid-familar union Now it had became one with her. With a beak growing out on her mouth and wings sprouting out of her blade shoulders as well as with her legs which were transforming into a bird feet with menacing claws dying out for blood. And what of her familar you may ask?It had slowly vanished and returned to it's Master;it had become one with her flesh. She was now stronger than they could have wished for, with rage as her added burning oil. Elga stood up on her feet,with the vulture familiar by her side, ready to take down the man responsible for her sister's death. With its Master agitated,her familar screeched aloud. Together,in one body, they were going to take his head.
Before she could transform into a full hybrid of her own, her head, out of nowhere, went flying down, with torrent of blood splattering all over the roof and down the ground like a heavy downpour, with another sword sticking out of her chest. Everyone on top of the roof gazed in total bafflement, confused of what really had just happened. Elga severed neck continued to spray a fountain of blood.
Aleg stood there frozen, perplexed by a decapitated sister of hers. She hoped it was her eyes playing tricks on her,but her endearing sister body stood there,in clear sight ,without a head on her shoulders. And there he was, the orchestrator of the gruesome deed, at the glaring view of a huddled terrified subjects. Her death had been passed down by none other than the Captain of squad one, Captain Hahn Bludd. Some of her blood had splattered on Captain Hahn Bludd's cloak to his disgust.
She too, like her big sister, disintegrated into a pile of ashes along with her familar. Now Aleg stood alone against an army of formidable men. Captain Jakk Huntsman stared onto the scene of horrors alongside his men.
"How's it going, captain Jakk Huntsman?" Captain Hahn Bludd asked, sarcastically. On his hands,he held two swords dripping with the witch's blood," Now who's going to wash this demons blood off my cloak?" Captain Hahn Bludd moaned,as he walked towards his comrade- in- arms, ignoring Aleg. "You've been busy, captain Jakk Huntsman?" Captain Hahn Bludd mocked. Looking around,he saw no fallen soldiers and signed.
"What're you doing here, captain Hahn Bludd?" asked Captain Jakk Huntsman. His sword was still firmly clenched in his hand.
" Oh...what a wound you bought yourself there!" exclaimed Captain Hahn Bludd.It was the claw wounds he had sustained in his battle with Aleg. His leathery vest armor had been clawed through, showing his gashed claw marks."You need to treat that fast before it festers.We wouldn't want to lose an abled captain like yourself, would we?!"
" You still haven't answered me ,captain!"grimaced Captain Jakk Huntsman. They both were ignorant of the fact a witch still stood in their midst. Aleg ,livid ,charged at them. With wings on her back ,she flew up in the darkened sky screeching. Captain Jakk Huntsman and captain Hahn Bludd gazed in awe,abit bewildered , as she dove straight at them like a hawk fishing out its dinner. Her anger was justified,witnessing her very own blood die in sight. Her fury was like a rain of fire,it would've burnt anyone and everything on site.
"Here she comes,friend!" Captain Hahn Bludd warned. She dove straight at them with her strong hybrid raven feet,as the two captains dashed back to avoid the full blow of her wrath. On impact,her feet tore down the roof in a single strike, with everyone caving in together with it.
Witch Attack Mode: Raven slashing feet claws;Aleg flew off again towards them,her claws calling, weeping,for their blood. The lieutenant,Brayyan the bastard, as they called him behind his back,seeing his sword wasn't needed,helped the captives escape to a more secure place,away from the ongoing fighting. Captain Hahn Bludd,with his two swords fought off valiantly blocking her right footed claws attack,while Captain Jakk Huntsmanlet loose of his boiled up anger.
Aleg was gallantry managing to pin them back with the only ace up her sleeve;her rage. Just as they were dashing back, Aleg narrowly flew Hahn Bludd's head off by a whisker but she was tiring and her mind wasn't calm to fight them. Her anguish had almost turned into a catastrophic demise,in the heated battle, unable to think clearly and misjudgement of their attacks,her head would have been sent flying weren't it for lady luck,she wouldn't have survived captain Jakk Huntsman blade by a hairs breadth.The battle was ferocious,all of them hanged by the ropes and unwilling to call it a day.
Witch attack Mode: Raven's resonance scream;In mid air Aleg cawed her ravens harsh cawing. So loud and terrifying that it resonated across the capital , that Captain Jakk Huntsman and Captain Hahn Bludd needed to block their ears from going, pop. Her battle againist them was unyielding and in so, she saw fit to dip her legs in the cold waters of retreat. As she flew away, aware that her death would have been meaningless in pursuit of their demise,she solemnly swore a promise of vengeance aganist both captains and all mortal men.Captain Jakk Huntsman, injured and exhausted, fell down on his back. He was breathing heavily, with his sword still glued to his hand.
"Argh...you didn't answer me,Hahn Bludd! Why did you come?" he asked, grimacing in pain. Captain Hahn Bludd sat down himself too on the fallen rubble, awhile sheathing back his bloody swords. The capital was still cloaked in chaos and around them, people chased off looters and others tried to salvage the little that they could. All that they could hear was nothing savory.
"He sent me!" Captain Hahn Bludd answered. He, captain Jakk Huntsman,needed not ask who. Horses neighed and the screams began to die out,but a semblance of normalcy was far from within reach. Embers of the dying out fire flickered themselves into the darkened sky, dancing deeper into the blackened night.
At the crack of dawn,Vladd walked briskly past the servants, greeting each and everyone of them with a smile,a devious smile. On reaching the princes door, he knocked several times and when no answer was forthcoming,he ushered himself in. There, on entering, the prince slept unbothered, in the darkened chamber, by the predicament that had befallen his people.
Vladd drew open the chambers curtains with the sun's light falling onto the princes bed like a pool of water. Rubbing his drowsy eyes, Prince Alvic Wolff woke up grimacing in disgust of being woken up from his sleep by a mere servant,and how he wished for his head to be sent flying and pinned to a pike. Luckily for Vladd, Prince Alvic Wolff wasn't his father's favorite or anyone's cup of grog. His wishes were lately better off resigned for the wishing wells.
"Why do you wake me,Vladd?" Prince Alvic Wolff asked. He wore his robe,as he walked around aimlessly, shielding himself from the sun rays, unknown to him that the hour had come for him to learn the ways of a sword.
"Come with me , my prince, you will learn how to hold and swing a sword, from this day henceforth, "Vladd replied, bowing down,"I will be teaching you. Get dressed, you start your training at of these moment." Prince Alvic Wolff was perplexed to say the least,not once in his life had he held a sword. For he didn't need too, with his father as the king everything was taken care of,with his hands meant only for forking down his food and wiping the shit off his ass.
"By whose orders are these?" prince Alvic Wolff asked.
"The king's order,my prince," Vladd replied calmly. Just as he had finished informing him,Alvic Wolff was oiled up and ready to start his training.
"What're you waiting for, Vladd?" prince Alvic Wolff asked in high spirits," let's get going or father will have my neck on a noose." While he was exiting out of his chamber, something popped up on his mind.
"Hey, Vladd!" he called out,"have you by any chance seen mother's pet cat?"
"Pet cat?!" Vladd asked, scratching his head.
"It had a black fur!" Prince Alvic Wolff stressed. All of a sudden, a light of enlightenment popped out above his head.
"Oh...that cat!" Vladd replied,"unfortunately it mysteriously died on the same day of the queen's passing" Alvic Wolff made a long face,deep in thoughts.
"Is that so!" he exclaimed, disappointed by its death," it can't be helped,lets get going,shall we, Vladd?!"
" Aye,my prince. Lead the way." Vladd and his new royal apprentice went off to the royal courtyard where on a night before the capital was reminded of the living threat of the witches. So they went to start a new day with the coldness of a sword blade.
Down below the kingdoms palace, people were up and about trying to salvage the little that they could find.The capital's destruction was enormous but still they held their heads high undaunted by the sticks and stones that had been thrown at them.
In spite of these,they were at least glad that their lives hadn't been stolen away,confident that their wills to pull through their worst was much more stronger and mightier to be scared for their entire life by merely a handful of scary mean wretched witches.