Weak, scared and lost. Gracing the ground with her harmless feet. The careful steps of an inexperienced wanderer fleeing from her captors. The sun burned hot on her skin as she tiptoed on her escape careful not to make a noise that would give up her position to her enemy. Her long silver like hair dressed her bare back which was exposed from the ripped dress she wore. Her heart raced in fear and jumped at each slightest noise. She was terrified to death of her fate if she was ever caught by the cave witches. She moved in no specific direction but hopefully to find a way out or at least get rescued.The leafs rustled as she walked through the strands of shrubs, she gently pulled them away, paving passage for her to walk through. She wasn't used to this, her feet hurt badly and the were reddened from the long walk and rough surfaces to which she had to step upon in the cause of her flight.Her breath broke into sharp cuts, she panicked, confused on what to do. Hope seemed far off and he

In a tavern, drunken noise of men and their careless laughter fill the air. Some bellied men share a table and make the most chattering sounds but are mostly ignored by every other person who were also in the moment in their own special ways. They toasting, with liquor splashing from the agressive cheering of drinks, makes the place a lot messy.The door to the tarvern opens sharply grabbing the attention of everyone, with some spilling their drinks, their faces coated with fear at the sight of the soldiers and then awe as prince Edgar emerged from within them. Not everyone had seen the prince before and the few that got the chance whenever he returned victoriously from war could tell of his beauty. Those few lived in the capital city and here, he was miles away from the castle, obtaining the permission of the King to search for someone he knew could help.The men adjusted giving them a lot more passage than they needed, none wanted to get in their way, and they really drunk ones were

CHAPTER 5Edgar stood stunned at his words, he wondered what being could not be killed even the witches could be burned to their death, then he realized why Earl did not hide who he was because he knew he could not be killed. The witches knew better than to tell except they had intentions of killing him. At least he was safe with this man."Who are you?" Edger asked as he walked behind Earl who was on the move."You should read a lot more Prince Edgar your history must have mentioned my kind," he paused. "They did not scrap my kind off your history?" He asked genuinely concerned."What does it matter? There are many creatures in our history.""With what you saw at the battlefield you should have an idea." He looked at Edgar's eyes searching for answers. His eyes were intimidating and Edgar understood why he dared to look him in the eyes, he could not complain either way. "I have heard of beings with similar descriptions but they do not exist. It is just a fairytale."Earl chuckled expe

The guards led her through the long corridor till they got to the cell's entrance, she had stopped struggling and only followed them sheepishly with a glare on her face, the huge door that lead to the cell gradually opened with two guards controlling it, they led her slowly down the slant stairs, it was quite dark and few lamps illuminated the place. The walls had carvings that spoke violent descriptions in them, she could decipher the meanings of the carvings and they were stories of heinous punishments for crimes commited by perpetrators. She knew all this especially when witches were major victims of it. They finally got to the last step and from there began the numbers of cells which were mostly empty but the horrific sights of weapons she saw inside these cells got her heart racing, right there she understood it was no ordinary cell and it was meant for a special purpose, yes for people like her. The emptiness confirmed the king's victory over her kind, she was probably the first

It was dead silence and the only voice that she could hear was the one in her head, was she dead? It didn't hurt as much but then the air felt same and nothing out of the ordinary. She opened her eyes slowly, much to her surprise the execution swords were close to her throat, it would take only take a tiny push and her throat would be bleeding from the tear. She looked across the high wall where the king sat and there she got her answers. The king had stopped the execution right on time and thanks to him she was alive. She let out a sigh of relief as the executioners withdrew their sword. She let her head fall and smiled viciously within. Of course he took the bait, there was no prove that she was a witch and more so, he cared about his reputation. If words had gotten out that the king had ordered the execution of a person when it was not proven that she was a witch, he'd be labelled as both a mad an insecure king just like he had been called when he began his unnecessary killings in t