Cole took a stand by the fire side. Vaporizing out the effect of the extreme cold.
His mind was divided into multiple sections. His brain gave him a quick recap about he and the king conversation. The king had summoned him earlier that day , feeding with him with the revelation of the sorcerer.
The prince had a day and few hours before jumping unaware into the den of death.
The condition was catastrophic. It was tragic and unfortunate. All security unit of the kingdom had assembled, coming together to embark on a plight of absolutely no return.
Cole had no choice than to alert his men about this deadly and ghastly mission of no return.
The king had placed an order and disobeying them wasn't an option. Should he inform the king about Jay? But what would that change! Such decision will only unveil or transparently expose the kid to danger. He buried his head, leaning it weight and burden on it neck.
Father! Jay voice popped out from behind. Hey son, Cole replied with a calm smile.
It midnight, Jay said raising his voice to the sky as a testament to his words. I heard evil spirits walks during the late hours of the night , going around, possessing people mind and ripping them off their soul. Aren't you afraid of that? Jay said wearing a shrinking reaction on his face.
Cole laughed faintly at Jay statement. Do you have any verified evidence to back up your words.
I actually read it from the ... he paused , knowing fully well his source of information has no muscular back up. Don't tell me you fetched that out from the comic, Cole said spitting out the statement in attachment with an hilarious laughter. Jay had no choice than to join Cole in his world of laughter.
The duo sat down on the grassy field, chilling beside the fire. Seems like you have no intention to hint me about the arrival of the sorcerer in the palace alongside your meeting with the king.
Cole eyes widened in surprise, wondering how Jay had the knowledge of that.
How were you aware? I never told you. Jay faced Cole, focusing his gaze on him.
He opened his mouth, trying to exhale the word out but felt a huge urge to resist. His tongue won't make any movement. They were still. The words were too powerful, much more than the mouth could breath out. Cole got a grip of Jay, what it kid! Talk to me. Cole i…i… he paused inhaling his breath, surging up the confidence to speak.
I hear things Cole. he finally revealed, deepening his voice in a solo autotune, a little louder than a whisper. Cole readjusted his sitting position. Things like what, I mean, we all here things everyday, Cole said not quite understanding what picture Jay was trying to paint.
Jay breath out a little, filling his lungs with enough carbon dioxide before pumping them out.
I hear things other human can't. The meeting between the sorcerer and the king. Your conversation with the king. About the trident hidden in the valley of snake and the tale of the jungle lord who almost met his doom at the valley, I heard it all without stepping a foot out of my room. I as much overheard you calling your daughters name while up you got drunk and tipsy at the bar during the mid hours of today.
My ears could travels miles away. The market, fun house and even the palace. I could hear the struggling voice of the people. I don't know why and how but it just happening Cole.
I think I'm becoming a stranger and shadow to myself, he affirmed, spreading his hands in confusion. Cole was stunned. He just sat down frozen in thought.
Jay was more than a jungle lord. What befitting title could be given to a kid who could hear even the most silence whisper, echoing thousands of miles away. Cole stretched is hand laying them to rest on Jay shoulder. You are the universe chosen one kid, a mighty child of strength, power and great abilities.
Your destiny is far beyond what you could project or see. You the good guy who would be showing all the bad guys a way to hell, Cole reaffirmed. Then let me go get the trident father, he pleaded solemnly. Cole stares at the burning fire, wishing he could burn his anxiety along with the flame. It dangerous son, Cole holds Jay hands tightly.
No one has ever survived the wrath of the spirit guiding the valley. It a journey of absolute no return. But people are dying father, the ground will be so weary seeing it inhabitant been buried in it arms, Jay came up with a defensive counter measure. Cole eyeball popped wider, his ear stretched and elasticized. You are my son, I can't afford to loose you to some historical trident.
The valley is no ordinary one, it a harbor for evil spirits, Cole said trying to refresh Jay memory.
I am no ordinary father! Jay said boldly. Doesn't matter what kind of spirit resides in the valley, I am greater, Jay beats his chest in confirmation. You once told me father, With great power….. comes great responsibility, Cole said completing the phrase.
He heaved a sigh, tapping Jay on the right shoulder. That the thinking son, bravery and determination. You're the mighty child, one who controls the wind, animals and even the trees.
You own them all. Cole stacked his mind with morale. Let go in, tomorrow would be indeed a long day, Cole stated.
The clock was ticking, every seconds it takes sounds like an emergency alarm. The atmosphere parading the palace was unpleasant. The virus had advanced into prince Luther viral body system. He had just twenty four hours to chill with the living. If the trident wasn't brought in time, death! Will coming knocking at the prince door and there would be certainly no method to appease it.
All security unit were ready. The face of the valiant men conjured bravery and courage but their minds were as good as a walking dead. Shiver ran down their spine. They knew their fate.
Was the king about to usher an intentional suicide mission? He was short of breath, watching his precious knights, Warriors and hunters walking right into the lion den.
Cole led his squad of hunters, fully guarded with potential ammunition. Jay mounted the horse with a touch of fear and courage, he knew the weight of the task and responsibility facing his path. Failure to bring home the trident next sunrise will result to a lot of havoc.
The fate of the kingdom was in his hands. He just kept mute, biting his finger in anxiety. He felt tired for a journey that is yet to begin.