Arthen: The Man of The East -- Chapter 8

 

8

 

Doing a Favor Task

 

Squaz closed the black box.  It was a riddle.  He knew the answer.  The Seers of Five were captured in this black box.  There was a faintish voice in the air.  It was a warning to Squaz.  But he needed to officially know the true reason behind his own existence.  The rest of the way was a spiral passageway tunnel.  Then fireballs shot up in the center of the mountain.

Squaz overheard some screams from the top of the mountain.  There were five spiritual braziers that formed a pentagon.   There standing in front of Seers of Five was the future of Astorie.  The eldest sister ordered Squaz to divide up their ashes from the black box.  He used a teaspoon for the dividing.

Each spiritual brazier was lit with a different color.  The first one was white.  The second one was blue.  The third one was black.  The fourth one was green.  The fifth one was pink.  The Seers of Five discussed those colors with the compass directional in the Light Realm.  He wanted to know more about the Tyrant Four of Astorie Realm.

They ordered him to approach the bonfire.  Each Seer of Five dashed over the fire some BioHerdic mineral.  They signaled for him to be patient for a while as the future forecast would appear.  He breathed with a sigh.  Then a mushroom cloud sprouted with a vision of the High Majesty Jules from the Western Highland Kingdom.

“He was searching for you before your birth.  He slaughtered female slaves for entertainment.”

“How should I handle him?”

“Behead him with these twin dual middle swords.”

“I would return to learn the rest of my favor tasks from you.”

Squaz used his mind to open a traveling portal.  The Seers of Five knew how fast this young man was learning.  They didn’t say a word as he strutted through the traveling portal.

His travel portal appeared at the base of the mountain.  Then he blocked the shot from a mysterious hunter.  Squaz used a magical whip on bringing the struggle hunter.  He fought for his freedom from this magical spell.

“Here were again.  You were the kid of the slave.  I’ve been hunting for all these years.  Now you have appeared in your true form.”

Squaz admired this man for his own determination of finishing his quest from tyrant Jules.  He asked how long his conversation with the dictator of this kingdom was.  The hunter could barely speak from the choke of the magical stream.

“Five years ago.”

Squaz slid out his long sword for the first time.  He pressed the hunter down on his knees with his magical stream.  The hunter couldn’t fight for his life.  His body was being controlled by magic.  Squaz sliced it to his neck.  He decapitated the hunter.  He wrapped the head in a rag with a note for High Ruler Jules.

Squaz placed the bag in a square box.  He hammered the top of the box.  He wore his cloak and handed the box to a palace handmaiden.  She asked if it was for High Ruler Jules.  He hesitated and then replied that it was.  She skipped off the palace steps.  She handed it off to one of the High Ruler’s assistants.  They asked who it was from.  She answered back that the High Ruler would know.

The assistant placed the wooden box in High Ruler Jules’s personal chambers.  He opened the box.  Then in an instance he dropped the box allowing the head to roll out.  He glared at the assistant.  He shrugged because the head didn’t signal him to know.

“That slave woman’s son did this.”

He paced and pointed to put the palace on high alert.  Her son has already visited Seers of Five.  This mystery person knew who the tyrant four were one-by-one.  He ordered them to through a banquet for the citizens of Gorge City.  It would be a ball of dancing and eating.

“Are you sure, sire?”

“Yes.”