The Other King: And the Objects of the Gods *COMPLETED*

I tried again, but nothing was working. There seemed to be a barrier to our abilities but that thought was distinguished when I saw Tharama and Devanar using theirs. Tharama could only do so much as to bring up vines and trap the trolls, slowing them down. Devanar lit them on fire and Pylah and Autumn were phasing through and attacking from the inside with their dark magic. The elve dude, Krowel, was waiting patiently but looked almost bored and amused at the same time. 

The troll didn’t give me too much time to come back into reality, I dodged another blow before taking out my black blade. I learned not to rely on my ability but I always had it as backup. It’s starting to stress me out why it’s not working. I had to figure it out later, right now’s not the time. I slashed his thigh, bringing him down and ending him. They were slow and sloppy with their movements but had power behind their swings. You just have to be faster than their arm. 

Before I could think about it more I realized we took the small group down instantly. The leader troll was gone though, probably a coward in the face of defeat. The others didn’t seem to realize I couldn’t rely on my ability. I turned back to the man on the throne but I let my guard down too easily. My arms were locked behind my back, the soft sting of black mist circled me. Krowel got up with a grin. “Impressive.” He told us. My head was locked in place but telling by his attitude the others were stuck in this situation as well. “I was gonna ask a request to retrieve more little special things of mine but oh well, your temper is a problem just like those stupid ogres.”

“Let them go.” Autumn said angrily. Maybe not all of us. I saw Pylah’s white hair through my peripheral vision, she was out of it too. 

The man held up his hand, not concerned. He looked at me, I heard a bang and groans of the two. I wanted to speak but my mouth refused to open. He searched my side, grabbing the box with the coin. He did the same with the others and went back to his seat. Opening the boxes as if it was his birthday, he made sure they were all there. Once he touched the coin, it dissolved in his hand. The wand turned into a wooden stick and handle like the witchess had but this one was brown wood not black. But it swirled with black mist, the dark magic, instead of white electricity. He set the pearl down and the witchesses bottle he examined. He saw me struggling to speak and he chuckled. “I know. They are all the right objects.. It’s just. The bottle seems down a drop.” He looked down at my wrist and smiled. “Seems you used my object. Of course you probably didn’t do it on purpose.” He got up and started walking to me. 

His clawed fingered grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I clenched my jaw harder, eyes widened as they stared at the man with hatred. “I hope you didn’t.” He mumbled. He looked my face up and down with the same look I’m giving him. He let go of my hair, my head fixed into its original position. He dropped the three bags of golds onto the floor by my feet as if I’m a peasant. The diamond rolled next to the coins. “That wasn’t so hard was it?” He asked softly. 

He sat down and we were released. I grabbed the payment, shooting him a look before I checked on the others. Autumn and Pylah fell to the ground. They grabbed their necks as if they were choked. Autumn shot his head up, running toward Krowel but I grabbed him. 

“You son of a-!” He screamed but I clamped his mouth shut. He kicked at me but I held him close until he calmed down. When he finally realized it wasn’t worth it, he pushed me off of him. I was mad too but it wouldn’t do any good if we kept fighting with him. We did the exchange and it’s time to leave now. 

“Leave it, Autumn.” I warned. He scoffed and went to his sister, who Devanar was helping out. “Let’s go.” I said, walking out of the shed. Tharama and Angelica went to my side, Tharama seemed upset and Autumn was pissed. Pylah just rubbed her throat and looked annoyed. We walked home silently and only when we got home to the meeting room did we start talking again.