BLOOD IN THE CHASM

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN

GREEN VALLEY KINGDOM

DEREK

My heart was pounding as I glared at the Yola, seething with a passion that burned within me like a raging inferno.

" How dare he be born in my kingdom?"

I shouted, my voice echoing through the halls with a ferocity that shook the very foundations of the castle.

But Yola, my trusted advisor, remained calm, her eyes flickering with a hint of something that resembled hope.

"There must be a way out,"

she said, her words laced with a sense of suspense that made my skin crawl.

"What solution do you propose?"

I demanded, my heart racing as I thought of the wicked kings who were sure to arrive any moment.

"You know what they're capable of ? So what can we do to protect ourselves?"

The tension in the room was palpable as Yola spoke, his voice low and urgent.

"Uhmm! I think we'll need to kill him ourselves," he said, his eyes flickering nervously around the room, "so that they won't get access to him. Or do you have any other suggestion, my king?"

I could feel the weight of her words settling heavily on my shoulders. The stakes were high, and failure was not an option.

"That will be a grave mistake," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "Which I'm not ready to take that risk because the prophesy stated that his powers surfaces any other supernaturals. Or are you saying you haven't heard about it?"

Yola's eyes widened in fear, and I knew that I had her attention. The prophesy was well-known throughout the kingdom, and its implications were dire.

"This life is all about taking risks," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "So let's take the risk first. From there, we can think of another possible way out. Because as of now, killing him will save the entire Green Valley kingdom from foreign invaders who will come searching for him."

I could feel the weight of her words settling heavily on my shoulders. The fate of our kingdom hung in the balance, and I knew that the decisions we made in the coming days would determine the course of history.

I took a deep, shaky breath, my mind racing with the weight of Yola's words. Could I really do it? Could I take the risk of killing him, knowing the ominous sign that had appeared on the day of his birth?

My heart pounded as I paced back and forth, my eyes darting around the room. The fate of my kingdom hung in the balance, and I knew that time was running out.

"Seriously," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "I know killing him could save us, but the risk is just too great."

Yola's eyes flickered with concern as she spoke. "My king, I understand your hesitation. But if we don't act soon, the consequences could be catastrophic. The Kings are serious about their plans for Green Valley."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with the weight of her words. Could we really afford to wait any longer? The fate of my kingdom hung in the balance, and I knew that every second counted.

"Yes," I said, my voice firm and resolute. "We need to strike before it's too late. If we wait any longer, Green Valley will become nothing more than a distant memory."

As we finally arrived at the house, Yola's voice echoed through the air, demanding that the family bring out the boy or face the wrath of the king. But there was no sign of movement, no hint of life.

Yola repeated himself, his voice growing more frantic with each passing moment. But still, nothing.

"Enough," I snarled, my anger boiling over. "We'll have to go in and get them ourselves. No one is safe from the king's fury."

We charged forward, our hearts pounding with anticipation. But as we approached the house, an invisible barrier appeared, blocking our path.

I froze in terror, feeling a chill run down my spine. Yola's eyes widened in fear as we watched others try and fail to cross the barrier.

"This is worse than we thought," he muttered, his voice shaking.

But before he could say anything more, the world went dark. A voice thundered through the air, sending shivers down our spines.

An ominous figure loomed over us, his voice dripped with a menacing tone that sent shivers down our spines.

"You dare challenge me?"

he growled, his eyes piercing into ours with a deadly glare.

"I will not hesitate to crush you all to dust."

Suddenly, a gust of wind whipped through the air, lifting us off our feet like helpless rag dolls. We were powerless against the force, soaring higher and higher into the sky.

Just as quickly as it had begun, the wind died down and we plummeted back to the ground with a sickening thud. Gasping for air and writhing in pain, we struggled to stand as Rudolph's voice echoed in our ears. "Consider this your final warning," he hissed.

Trembling with fear, I knew we had to act fast. "Retrieve everyone at once," I commanded, my heart racing with anticipation of what was to come. The fate of our people hung in the balance, and I refused to let Rudolph's threats go unanswered.

As I reflect on my reign as king, I am haunted by the memory of the most formidable power I have ever encountered. Its strength was beyond anything I had ever seen before.

Trembling with fear, my entourage and I returned to the palace. But the terror lingered, refusing to release its grip on us. We were left shaken and utterly unable to shake off the shock of what we had just witnessed.

I was still in thoughts when out of the blue, the seer materialized before me, her eyes darting with urgency. She implored me to defend the chosen one, for she had sensed that the three kings were up to no good.

My mind raced with disbelief, but before I could even voice my doubts, the seer silenced me with a stern warning not to overthink things. With a final cryptic message, she vanished into thin air, leaving me to ponder her ominous words.

As I sat there, lost in thought, a guard suddenly burst into my room, his face contorted with fear.

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