Legend Of The Young Warlock

The gods'print; the one he loves

Same.

~Kie~

"Where's she?"

He stopped walking for a little while, looking around him hurriedly. He knew he didn't have the luxury of that time. He knew the guards were still on him and could catch up with him anytime and any moment.

"The dungeon."

He thought he heard someone say that to him. But it didn't matter. He hurried in the direction of the dungeon. He knew the path by heart even though it was once he had visited it.

"Mother?"

He called as soon as he got to mouth of the pit, staring through the bars of rage beaten by wants, into the cold slightly gloomy pit.

"Are you there, mother? If you're there let me know please."

He went on his knees, throwing his face into the bars to look into the far end of the pit. Then suddenly, he heard a movement in the pit. And soon, the silhouette first, then the frame of his mother came to view.

"What have they done to you mother. I will have the head of that foolish Wealene."

She was weak. She looked it. Her legs trembling, her gown dirty, her face smeared but her eyes sharp.

"Go away son. Go as far as you can away from this place. You've seen all that has happened all because of you. It makes no difference if I remain in this pit and get killed. My years are almost over. But you my son, you should live to have the revenge you want. Go away now before you are caught. I'm sure the gods have a great use for you."

His gaze was tender now, as pity paced his face. He stared at his mother in sadness. Then stood up and walked away.

"My poor son."

The mother said, falling on her knees and began to tear up. But few seconds later, there appeared a silhouette at the top of the pit again and she looked up.

"I don't know where he is."

She'd said thinking it was one of the guards. But twas yet her son, Kie with a long rope in his hands.

He threw an end of the rope into the pit and held the other end. He argued,

"I'd rather die in an attempt to free you than run away like a coward. Wealene should be the one on the run. And fuck the gods. Just grab the end of the rope mother and let's get out of here. There's a ruckus still going on outside. We could use that as a shade."

But her mother was keen on dismissing it,

"You don't have to do this, son. Just go. It makes no difference."

Kie twirled the end of the rope in his hand around his wrist and went down on his knees suddenly. He grabbed the bars of iron and made an attempt to pull them out.

"What are you doing?"

She asked. He replied amidst struggle,

"You just wait and watch."

After much effort, he was able to open the cover of the pit. He wanted to jump into it when his mother called,

"Pull. I'll hold tightly to this end."

After few moments of efforts, he was able to pull his mother out. He was breathing heavily as he held unto her and began to lead her towards the door of the garden.

"Isn't this like walking into the lion's mouth? Is there no other way out of this place? We can't afford getting caught hiding under the ruckus."

His mother remonstrated as he led her on. He replied,

"If anyone knows Wealene best, isn't it you his youthful lover? I don't need to tell how particular he could be about security and having things under control. Even if he could, I bet he would order the so called gods around."

They were drawing nearer to the gate. If they were able to walk through that gate into the palace surrounding, and manuever their way through the square in disguise, they might make it out.

His mother severed the silence again,

"What do you think the princess wants from you, Kie?"

He bit his lip in rage,

"What do all princesses want? To boss around with the mind of having whatever they lay their filthy eyes on."

They walked through the gate towards the palace.

"Be careful my son. There are some things we can't decipher. And those things are what we call the ways and arts of the gods."

"Dumb gods!"

He scorned and suddenly, they heard from the corner of the building behind them,

"Hey, you two. Stop!"

"Don't mind him go."

Kie tried to dismiss, walking briskly with his mother. The fray was still on but the mob was losing.

Another guard appeared from the front and shouted,

"I found the asshat!!"

And before Kie could think of an escape plan, his mother and himself had been caught. They were taken to the king.

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"This third time of our meeting should be the decisive one."

King Wealene stepped off his throne and took few steps forward. Kie and his mother were standing before him, several steps away. Two guards were behind Kie and his mother. There were few royal counsels present. As well as the princess and her maid. You could tell by the crushed look on the Princess' face that she had admitted that there was little she could do at that moment.

"And now, it seems as though the gods are now interested in us, son. Tell me your name, son."

Wealene directed at Kie who scoffed,

"I'm no son of a murderer."

He spat on the earth as his mother jabbed him an elbow in his side while Jaith behind him knocked him to his knees. The rest gasped. The Princess' hands over her mouth.

"Let him be, Jaith. We have little we can do now since the gods are interested."

Wealene returned to his seat. He looked towards his daughter and said,

"Daughter, it seems the gods are speaking through you. Step forward and make your intentions known to him. At least, if he loathes the father, he won't the daughter. And who knows, his burning hatred for me is probably the punishment of the gods on me or their trick to make me defile their wills."

He pushed his arm forward, nodding at the Princess.

"Step forward."

The Princess did, and her face lit up suddenly. She bowed to her father slightly and walked forward, till she got to a position that could be considered as a middle ground between the throne and Kie's position.

"Kie Azholophased, though this might come as an arrogant or bold step from a princess. But let not my advances towards you be mistaken for superiority or imposition of power and authority over you as a commoner."

She took two steps further,

"I have been watching you since over a year now. And every time I went into the forest with Samantha and I see you running after a stag or Impala, my heart crash heavily against my chest. Because, the very first time I saw you and up to this moment, my feelings for you has only but grown."

She sighed as her smiling face wielded a quick serious tone. She added,

"I would love you to be my Lord, love and husband. The future king to the queen and throne of this land."

There was a chatter spread amongst the chiefs and few others as the princess quit talking. Kie stood on his feet, his mother smiling at him, giving him the SAY-YES signal. A smile tugging at the side of his face as he said,

"I will gladly become your Lord, Princess. But not your husband and love."

The gasps of the populace wasn't enough to stop him from completing what he'd started,

"An insolent lady like you should be taught what if feels like to be ordered around and not loved."

As soon as he finished speaking, Samantha left the position she was as the murmurs of the counsels swelled.

"You unbridled tongue."

Samantha got to Kie and stuck him heavily on the cheek.

"You ragged bastard insulting my mistress!!!"

She spat in his face. But before she could drop her hand which was still on his cheek, he held the hand and kissed the back of it, saying,

"But I wouldn't mind if you were my choice."

He had said that softly, that only himself, Samantha, his mother and Jaith could hear.

Samantha shook her hand free, bedazzled. He chuckled and turned to leave but Jaith restrained him, calling at the king,

"His Greatness."

King Wealene stepped off the throne and looked at his daughter who had her face down. He shot,

"Let the Princess tend to her own sickness."

And after those words, he left walking towards his chambers.

"Maids."

He called and maids who would serve him pleasurably, hurried after him.

After the king left, Jaith called at the Princess,

"What shall we do with him, Mistress?"

The Princess looked up,

"Let him go!"

Everyone, including Samantha gasped at her decision. Jaith needed to be sure,

"Princess?"

She smiled weakly,

"Love is a costly art. And lovers, its template."

She nodded,

"Let him go."

And Jaith did. Kie ogled Jaith as he let him go. He turned to his mother and made to help her. But she wouldn't be helped.

She seemed to have a contention with his obstinacy and nuances!

Samantha rolled her eyes at him as he smiled his way out. Walking behind his mother.