"I thought you died," came a voice he was unwillingly familiar with.
"You killed me," Liam replied as he did not want to beat around the bush when he knew the person was the mad man who wanted him dead or the intruder had the person's voice.
"That is not possible. I killed you, I made sure your throat was slit," came the voice sounding confused and less crazy than he remembered.
"I survived it and I will make sure you pay for it, you murderer," he threatened the person sincerely. It only sounded miserable as he could not see the person to do it right away.
"Your soul should never have moved to this body. This was the only body that survived," the person muttered in disbelief as though he was soliloquizing alone in her room.
He paused as he remembered the mass grave. He was the only person who survived and escaped from the mass grave, was that what the man was talking about?
"Did you put me in that mass grave?" Liam asked as he was very angry with what he just heard. Did that man kill all those boys?
The presence slowly disappeared and he saw nor heard anything. He was so angry but he would just be angry with the air as he had not seen anything and had only heard the air speak to him with a voice, he was familiar with.
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The following morning, Liam's eyes hurt like he played video games throughout the night like he loved doing when he was in high school.
He rubbed them lightly and blinked his eyes. He groaned with his fists clenched on his side when he looked at the horse whose eyes looked at him so softly, he could almost swear that they were carried emotions in them.
His head felt heavy.
"You do not look too good, your highness," his guard observed.
"I am fine," he told the guard before mounting the horse. A wave of dizziness hit him but he bit the inside of his lower lips to keep steady on his horse.
"You look like you did not have any sleep last night," the guard came again with the observation that had Liam glaring at him.
"If we are going to leave then we must leave now," he ordered the man before riding off while begging his luck to be good as it would make the headline if there was a newspaper company in this world of how the prince has become so useless that he cannot even ride a horse like a man.
The journey was manageable. He had been on his horse for half a day already and he was sure he could continue through the day that way. He wished there was a place he could get a cup of black coffee to drink.
Finally, they stopped for lunch as he had been praying for. He dismounted carefully and hurried under a tree and sat down. he was grateful that the temperature of this place was not like the desert they had to cross to or he would not have been able to survive it.
When he was on earth, he was able to play video games as much as he wanted throughout the night but this body was annoying.
That mad man's visit had him looking like an owl throughout the night and he could not sleep at all. His head did not rest as he came up with very crazy ideas.
He also tried to understand the words of the man. They were puzzle pieces and he spent the whole night trying to find each piece. After more than six hours, he failed.
Imagine playing video games throughout the night and you could not win even a single game despite the many trials. No matter what the video game is, you would feel terrible.
You simply wasted your good night like pouring water into a colander. Some would say they learned from it but that would have been a little source of consolation for the night rest he lost but he did not learn or benefit anything tangible from the hours of hard work.
He only learned how to feel very tired and dizzy in a body he knew nothing of in the absence of coffee. You might also still say he learned something; you know.
He had his usual lunch of bread and meat jerky. He was beginning to succeed in hypnotizing himself on how delicious what he ate was.
"Why don't you have any faster means of transportation?" he was forced to ask when he did not understand why this world was so backward when it should be the other way around.
"We cannot travel through a portal as that is a sacred gift for the royals alone. If you had magic, you would have arrived in the capital for a while now," his guard replied mocking him.
The man's words only made him blame the body of the boy he now possessed. If only the boy had magic, he would not have to go through all these pains. You could call him lazy but who would choose a horse over a private jet to travel such a distance?
"Is the portal the only means of transportation?" he asked the man seriously. He wanted to add questions like, don't you have cars, trains . . .?
"I see that you lost your memory. I was wondering why you were talking like a moron. You will have to hide that when we get to the capital. It will be bad for you if people find out," his guard warned him seriously he could not see a trace of the earlier mockery.
"I have no reason to hide it. I don't trust that none of you won't try blackmailing me with that knowledge," he told his guard as he looked at the other man who was traveling with him.
His guard laughed and shook his head. "I am too busy protecting you to plot such a thing," the man told him seriously.
"I would love to have another means of transportation," Liam ordered them firmly as he met the man's gaze unwavering. He remembered the man's reaction only a day ago.
The man's eyes flickered and he looked away. "I will make it happen when we arrive in the next town but in this place, the horse or a carriage is the only means of transportation we will get," the man informed him with respect he found to be very unfamiliar.
"Why?" he was not leaving it at that short response.
"The people here are not allowed to have other means of transportation, especially one built by an enemy of magic."