"Hey boy - - wait here for now - - am going to take control and test how far they have matured."
"What do you mean by that? Who are you?" I ask the man sitted facing me as he keeps his face calm and collected.
"Well for gifting you free use of my abilities- - I have decided to reward myself," he continues speaking in a tone befitting for a Magic God such as himself.
"You are quite lucky - - boy...."
" Lucky? What are you--?" Aine cuts him off trying to absorb his emotions and then he lashes out.
"I don't have any magic to call my own."
"I don't have any way of protecting the ones I care about."
"I don't have anything special about me and am just a curse born onto this grief stricken world."
"Hmmmm!! but at least I can create my own ending when this is all said and done."
"All I am is a - - selfish king who needs to be slain."
But, by whom?
He spoke with a wry smile as he stopped pulling the chains instead he was gripping his chest wondering why he lost control of himself.
CLAP!! CLAP!! CLAP!!
"Wonderful!!"
"I knew it, I chose an entertaining vessel so despair at your weaknesses - - and stand back up and fight for what you desire."
There were words of encouragement, offered from a God to a mere human who defied all the laws of magic.
"But for now - - I am in control, since you are too weak hearted to do it - - I shall test their strengths--boy."
The bearded man with black hair was also chained on the throne but as he continued speaking in an emotionless tone, the chains shattered and my consciousness faded.
'It's time to have a fight after so many years--hmmmm!! and I will make it a magnificent one at that,' the man had a thought as he took complete control of Aine's body.