DP Book 1 Chapter 2: "Sorry to Crash the Party"

The next day was a special event, the King’s only offspring without a “talliwacker” was getting married to a local blacksmith.  He was handpicked by the King himself, while visiting different villages throughout Okyra.  The festival had started around noon with the whole capital of Okyra attending.  When I say the whole town, I mean the rich and the prosperous.  I never liked the King, I believe he is going to be my most favorite “employee.”  “Where’s the youngest boy,” Arthur spoke.  

It was an Okyrian tradition that the youngest son had to serve the festival for the entirety of the event.  Of course Samwell never complained about the ridiculous tradition, but I could always tell that it bothered him.  Since I wasn’t invited, I had to watch from the hillside and boy did I get a show.  The French horns had began to sound and the King was ready to give his speech:

“Gather around townsfolk, its time to celebrate my daughters’ wedding to this although plain but talented young man.  William the blacksmith is a great and humble man I welcome him to my royal family.  Anyone who objects to this matrimony will be hung and beheaded in public.  This is my land and you will obey the rules of the royal family.  Since this supposed to be a joyous occasion, Everybody continue to drink your mead and your wine and I have a merry time.”

As the shindig began to come to a close it was time for the newly weds to go away for their honeymoon.  There was an isolated area of land in Okyra that was among the most beautiful of the land.  It was surrounded by a huge waterfall, with the cleanest lakes encompassing the plain.  When the new couple started their journey to this pure land for further celebration, a sea of dark clouds shaded the entire castle and the courtyard.  A dark hooded man stood there at the King’s throne, that outlooks the courtyard, and just stood there idle and silently.

“Who in the hell are you stranger,” the King yelped.  “You are not welcomed here, you will leave immediately or perish.”  Then the hooded man spoke with a scratchy dark voice....   “One moment you dunderhead, my friends are right behind me.  After a moment, three figures suddenly appeared.  There was “The Cannibal,” who is half man half monster.  Then there was a particular man who wore a dark jacket and was constantly sobbing, they called him “The Suffering.“  The last man was in chains, he was a prisoner of the hooded man.  I didn’t know who he was till the mysterious man spoke again...

“People of Okyra, I am Lazarius.  I am one of the last sorcerers to live and I’ve come this land.   Those who oppose me will be burned alive or worse.  Leave or die is what I’m trying to say to you ingrates, ha-ha-aha.  This is my land now and your precious King can’t do a thing to stop me.”  The King gave a rebuttal, “OVER MY DEAD BODY YOU MAGIC FREAK, YOU ARE BENEATH ME AND YOU WILL DIE.”  

“That can be arranged my King,” Lazarius said with a deadly smile.  “Make him SUFFER,” he added.  The man in the dark leather jacket, took out a spiked mace from under his jacket.  Tears falling out of his eyes he screamed, “FEEL MY PAIN, FEEL MY PAIN.”  He began to beat the surprised King with his blood dripping mace.  Over and over the sobbing man wailed the same phrase while pounding on the King.  The sound of bones cracking and flesh being ripped apart violently filled the courtyard.  Everyone in awe, The Hooded man spoke again..

“In the land of hypocrites and sinners, you are mine now.  Your precious King was slaughtered in front of you.  Any opposers of me will be hung in public, the rest of you are my slaves.  My new Kingdom needs rebuilding and my land needs workers.  You had this coming, you filthy animals.  All of you turn your head when a small time homeless man gets killed, but when A little King gets bludgeoned alive, you wanna get religious.  Well you can send your prayers to The Conductor himself if you want to, but don’t waste your time.  I already have his brother, The Creator, in chains.  Now, I realize that the deceased royalty has left behind some offspring.  I can’t kill their father and let them live now can I?  Sons of the King, approach the throne and meet your fate”!

Now the boys obviously didn’t want to make themselves, so as soon as Lazarius said that, the boys decided to sneak away.  James, being the oldest and bravest decided to step up.  He approached the new throne with trepidation.  “I am the only son of my Father, King Charles.  You don’t scare me sorcerer.”

“Ahh, so young and so weak,” the sorcerer said.  “I guess he wants to die for his land, haha,” he added while chuckling.  “Make him SUFFER.”  The sobbing man lifted his blood soaked mace while crying out “ WHY NOT ME, YOU MUST SUFFER LIKE ME”!  He then began to pulverize the body till the blood of the son had completely covered his disturbed face.  “Well, thank you old friend.   I guess its time for things to change......”