by D.E.P.
Furtim walked to the balcony, noticing the people gathering. Not blinking once, Furtim layed his arms against the walls of the balcony while scanning the colorful crowd. He knew what they wanted—the head of the king as did he.
“I am starting to believe the king is not dead, but alive!” stated Surrexit. Her red hair was combed into two cones atop her head. Her green eyes narrowed in deep concern as she laid her hands on her hips. Her red moistened lips curled, not nearly hiding the small buck teeth behind them. The small crowd around her shouted with her as they raised their hands in anger.
“What distressful this has been. I tell you, that man is trying to fool us all. Never has this happened in all our years!” yelled a blonde haired woman named Solis. Her braided hair, curled to her sides, shown bright with the newly surfaced sunlight.
“There you are true, my dear Solis, this has been too long. Days have passed since this man has promised the head of the king. Solis, couldn’t this man have killed the king himself?” asked Galaxia, the bangs of her short purple hair hanging down her frowned forehead.
“Galaxia, you are still in the dark times. There is nothing to fear. There is no evil afterall…” attempted to state Solis to her nearby friend. The two giggled at the abstruse remark.
“As many of you know,” stated Furtim in his velvet attire, “The king has so unfortunately fallen. As for your concern, I have ordered my men to retrieve the body. As you may have known, the king died during his journey to a foreign land. I have sent others to retrace his steps, it will take far more time than anticipated.”
“You said the queen was dead; retrieve her body and we won’t think twice in believing,” yelled Hilga, cupping both her hands in an attempt to make her voice louder than it already was. Her chubby neck throttled with the loud voice she produced. Her red dress wrapped around her plump body, seemingly vile in appearance.
“She has been buried beneath the undergrowth in the hills. She was ashamed of having you know,” stated Furtim, lowering his head with an imposter of sadness. Knowing the inhabitants would not see the facial features of his face, he smiled with no regret. His heart was heartless.
Splenda crossed her arms before replying, “In Agros Plumberries? In the fields of the plumberries? I do not care of her so called ashamedness.” Her eyes glared at Fortis, her face showing no sign of weakness as she narrowed her eyes.
Fortis lifted up his head slowly in attempt to show his sadness. “Her pregnancy has caused her death. Go to the fields if you wish to unbury her. You know as well as I do that waking the dead is not approved. Do as you must.”
Splenda looked down, highly embarrassed. People surrounding her lifted their eyebrows in disapproval, yet knowing what she said was logical. Hilga took her stance, posing her right leg a few inches in front of her left. She positioned her weight to her right side as she spoke, “Do not ridicule us for what we say! We have not heard of Sapientem or the other kings for that matter!”
Furtim quickly despised Hilga but did not want to draw more attention to himself than he already had. “That is because nothing drastic has happened, my lady. The other lands are quite distant from us as you already know. Please keep the peace in the land.”
Furtim moved towards the doorway, his black cape slowly flying around him before dropping along his sculpted back. “The true king will find you, brother of Fortis!” shrieked Hilga in despair, finally noting the truth of the strange man before her. The people around Hilga looked at her strangely as she pierced her lips in frustration. Fortis continued walking at a distance, not turning around to argue with the woman he despised.
“Aliquid de Sapientem Do something about Sapientem,” stated Callidus as it glared at the false king from the small fig tree by the balcony.
“Quod oportet. Tenebris ones surget honorare Malum. Sapientem erit certe abiit per ergo That I must. The dark ones shall rise to honor Malum. Sapientem will surely be gone by then,” answered Fortis as he walked past the fig tree. The serpent moved along his body, tightening its grip on his arm.
“Ut non! Sapientem est clavem ad impleret prophetia That you will not! Sapientem is the key to fulfilling the prophecy,” slithered the deadly serpent, its scales gleaming with a profound godliness.
“Unum est quod animam illius serva. Tenebris ones erit vincere regimen That is the only thing that will spare his life. The dark ones will conquer his regime!” yelled Furtim, his saliva intensifying in his throat as he slammed his fist on the nearby desk.
Chapter 12
Within the Castle Soaked in Blood