Game of Prythian

Chapter Thirty-Two

When he arrived at the island, he noticed four main sectors of the island. The Dark, The Light, The Dawn, and the Dusk. he set for The Middle of the island where the lady lived. He traveled for days, risking beasts of all shapes and sizes.

Eventually he came to the woman's house and he entered. Things from different ages and of all sizes were clustered around the crone's house. With her crooked smile she chuckled, "Oh? Who do I hear in my home hmm? Who dares enter to disturb my weaving?"

The King noticed with his keen sight that she was weaving the finest of hairs. The King spoke smoothly, "I am here for your fastest steed."

The crone chuckled and smiled, she cracked her fingers, and claws protruded from her fingers. "You will not be needing him anymore, you have to pay me with you life of course!"

She lept for the king, and he stumbled about the room keeping just out of reach the entire time. She scraped his cheek at one point. Leaving a scar. The King eventually grabbed a nameless sword and swung at her. He screeched as the sword cut through her chest. The crone lunged at the off balance king, who thrust his hand out in fear.

The brightest light showed from his hand sending the witch flying away from him. He burst out from the door and screamed, "Please! Bind her in her house, let only those who know her tale enter to bargain to spare their lives!"

The light shown from his hand again twenty four stones created a ring of symbols and magic in a circle around her house, they were all in the shape of the sword The King had. They slammed into the ground, trapping the crone for eternity.

The King searched the area around her house finding a stable containing a pure white steed. His bones were showing through his skin. The King cursed, the horse was nowhere to be found.

The near dead steed spoke, "I am the fastest horse, the weaver had me starved and chained for if I ever got loose she would never be able to catch me again. Free me and I will help you."

The king took his only chance and freed the horse, giving him gain and water. After a few days of good treatment the horse stepped from his caged stable. The King gaped in awe, as beautiful feathered wings hung to the horses sides. "I am the fastest steed in the world, allow me to carry you."

The King rode his steed, and the weeks-long journey it look to arrive became nothing but three short days. They arrived outside of The Death Lord's castle, the steed declared, "We shall fool them at first, then we shall strike."

The King saw his Queen for the third time, and she wept to see him alive. The King put them both on the steed and they rode off. The Immortal and his own horse caught up to them easily. Just as The Deathless swung the kind steed sprinted forward with all of his speed, The Immortal fell off his steed cracking his head. While the horse ran off to be free from the Death Lord's grasp.

The king, jumping from his horse, repaid the favor. Chopping the Immortal into tiny pieces and stuffing him into a barrel. Before loading it with rocks and sinking him to the bottom of the sea.

The King and Queen returned home, to find finally where the Immortal had kept his soul. It was in a needle, tucked inside an egg, inside a duck, inside a rabbit, locked in a chest, buried under a magical oak tree, on an invisible island called Buan.

The King and Queen were never able to find the island and destroy the Immortal's soul. Therefore, it was only a matter of time before he arose again.

Complete insanity. Who would go to such lengths to hide their own soul? The process would allow them to cheat death, which is why he must have done it. But he must have had magic too right? Since he was so strong and survived so long without water.