CHAPTER THREE
A king and his blood- The Best Epic Story
There I was! clothes bloodstained and before his Eminence, Lord Witherforth. By his grace I survived what seemed to be an impossible fall. Everyone surrounded me in the palace wondering what horrors rang in my head but on seeing Zeke’s mother, I couldn’t help but shed a few tears.
“He was brave”, I wiped her tears.
“And you were too”, she wiped mine.
I bowed on one knee hoping she would honour my silence and let me kiss her hands but Zeke’s mother hugged me instead.
“Enough chit-chat”, his Majesty interrupted.
“Ungrateful scallywag”, I muttered to myself. “He had no idea how I almost died to save him.”
“Commander Caleb”, he stared down at me. “You saved my life and for that, I’m grateful.”
My mind uplifted just as my face did in shock. The king had finally crowned my efforts but then there was the witch, the one they call Barsagie. She came in barefooted as always reeking of animal blood and a tail that hid under her furry coat.
“He smells like death….this one”, she said aloud causing murmurs among the people.
“Silence”, the king shouted wondering what she wanted to explain.
“Barsagie! Don’t come here to waste my time”, he gestured at her.
“Far from it my Lord”, she stood beside me. “I am but a creature of the night and this boy smells like death.”
“Boy!”, The king summoned his guards on me. “You have just one chance to start talking. How did your fellow soldiers die”?
I shut my eyes at the mention of soldiers hoping some lies would float over me but Barsagie would perceive a wrong word I say. Yes! As much as I hated to admit it, she’s that good at powers of the mind.
I didn’t want to scare the kingdom but then the guards closed in with their spears to my waist.
 “Talk”….the people supported Witherforth.
“We want to know”, Job’s wife pleaded from within the crowd.
I shut my eyes again mentioning the word “vampire” with careful precision.
“You lie”, the king stomped the floor. ” There are no vampires in this land, not when I rule as eminence supreme.”
“Yet we died at the hands of one”, I gasped for air. “I had to watch him tear Zeke my Lord, from limb to limb faster than a crocodile ever will.”
“Nonsense”, Barsagie snarled. “We all know the vampires wouldn’t risk their heads entering these city walls.”
“And the legion”?, I turned to her in contempt. “How do we take care of five hundred thousand blood drinking beings that would attack this kingdom any time soon. How”?
“By utilizing their weaknesses”, the queen stepped forward.
“My queen”, I bowed to her elegance and so did everyone within the palace walls.
“Quite another Winchester”, she spoke under her breath. “Without the fang, we would have been a Witherfortb short.”
“Long live the king”, I kissed her feet.
“Let’s not prolong this matter”, she smiled at the people of the kingdom. “Everyone should go home and be merry for vampires are no match for us.”
“What makes you so sure”? I asked, still with my head bowed.
“Cause a smart man like you would find a way out”, she replied with gruesome authority.
“My queen, I propose……”
“You propose nothing”, the preacher walked in.
” You all are going to die at the hands of the devil’s dragons”, he smirked. “And that is God’s punishment for your sins, Witherforth.”
“Take this mad man from my sight”, the king commanded.
Most people pay the preacher no mind but based on what I saw, the vampire was real and it’s powers god-like.
“How did you escape”?, a random teenager threw the question from the crowd.
“I fell”, the response went cold.
“And then, there were claws….”, I whispered to myself. “Claws”?
“You’re not a good liar soldier”, Queen Zalar turned to the dumbfounded Barsagie. “If this soldier was, he won’t lie to us, not when we have his wife and baby locked up in the dungeon.”
“I am saying my truth”, I pleaded on my knees. “Don’t kill my boy.”
“I won’t”, she spoke authoritatively. “We need a weak point commander and only you have seen this being up close.”
“Not just that”, the preacher struggled with the guards. “He is a decoy! They followed him here.”
“Who followed who”?, Witherforth stood up in serious fear.
“I did”, Thymyr emerged like thunder bolt through the ceiling.
With a snap of his finger, people paused in their tracks. I saw the whole room grow red leaving Barsagie with a stone cold gaze to him.
“A little murshonk”, he giggled. “Witherforth I’m truly ashamed that you’ll partner with a caricature of true power.”
“What are you”?, his Eminence asked with tremblings in his bones.
“I am Thymyr, firstborn of the prime”, he replied. “Pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”
“You’re in my castle Thymyr”, Zalar countered. “How dare you”?
It was at this point I recalled her voice in one of my dreams. Her majestic appearance remained unhinged bringing to light that she was nothing but the last descendant of the white flame.
Thymyr stepped back a bit on knowing this, refusing the shine that swam in her eyes.
“You have no idea the beacon you lit, dearest”, he spoke whilst facing the ground. “I will end you tonight and if your power is strong enough to save you, so be it.”
“I am the white flame”, she blurted out. “I cannot be hid not when you didn’t keep your end of the deal vampire.”
“What’s going on”?, Witherforth stared at his wife.
“I am not your wife”, she walked away. “Pray o thou king that she be a good host.”
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