The king felt lost in an ocean full of thoughts. His heart stirred up in turbulence. His tall and slightly slender figure sank deep into the double deluxe bed. He was a man of great height, about six feet tall. Not much people in the whole of the kingdom were as tall as him.
His significant figure was always considered an exception whenever he gave a public speech.
He was labeled, the tallest monarch to ever exist in the western part of the continent.
He stretched forth his hand, grabbing a hold of the mirror few inches from his initial spot.
The mirror was an ancient one. According to evolutionary history and palace record, the mirror was said to have been in existence for more than a thousand year.
It was been passed from the incumbent generation to another and ended up becoming a cogent treasure for all existing monarch. The mirror was known for it supernatural insight.
It possesses the ability to dive deep and flip into the reflection of your mind. The king brought the mirror closer, staring vigorously at the reflection of himself, wondering what the problem was
He tried drowning his mind in consolation, perhaps he won't feel troubled but the magic plan seems to be ineffective. The words of the fortune seer keeps resonating in his mind.
Who on earth was that little teen? His words made reference to Jay. No matter how hard he tried, he just didn't have enough water capable of quenching his assumption.
"The king that worth more than kings" she had said. That particular phrase was the origin of the problem. What was her reason for coming up with such illustration? She further extended his fear when she labeled him as a hope for the people. What was happening? Was the fortune seer going bizarre? Of course not! She was completely in her right stare of mind.
His brain was getting hotter. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't understand what was going on. There was definitely something odd about Jay, his suspicion rose with high speed.
Right from the time he brought of home the trident, he had felt a urge to investigate the said son of Cole but the bound of happiness and joy spreading around the kingdom was more than enough to let the sleeping dog lye.
His eyeball were wide open. He wants to handle the case in a more civilized manner. Should he summon Cole to the palace. He had some explanation to make. What and who exactly was his son? " A human or a spirit" which was he. He covered his body with the seven yard brown blanket and rolled over to his left side, simultaneously changing his dimension of thought.
No! that won't work! No sane father would testify to such accusation especially when it involves their kid or relative. Although all this were a product of fairy assumption summing up in his head. What if the fortune seer was wrong? What if his instinct deceived him. He had to take things down the slow lane and keep a close and clear eye on Jay.
Only then, could he be certain and justified of his claims. An hasty decision could ruin a lot of things. The night was getting dark. Jay was on his bed, secretly admiring the beautiful color of the decorated ceiling. His mind decided to travel back in time. The tragic incident of that night came walking down his memory lane.
Although, the years were enough for one to strip his or her mind of the ugly incidents but Jay case was somewhat different. It felt like yesterday, blowing up his ear like a siren. It was fresh and intact, no details were left out. The malignant and horrible scream of his dad, lighted his heart with fire.
He never for once, forgot his primary target, The beast! The malicious and malignant one eyed creature. Once again, the unanswered question rumbled inside his mind. Was he ready for this?
Despite the long span of years, Jay still felt anxious. No one can deny the fact that he is a mighty child but still, he lacked something very vital, "courage". His power was in good shape but the absence of courage makes it incomplete. Avenging the death of his father and also that of his mother who's status, he wasn't certain about.
Could she be alive or dead? He questioned himself, Channeling his thoughts to different ways.
The question inside of him were more than millions but only few had answers. The night was getting miserable for him. The night breeze which was basically known for it chilling impact, suddenly became hot. Laying comfortably on a bed felt like a serious threat.
He tried to let go of the the thought and hereby focus on other things but his bored and sorrowful heart denounced any positive strategies. Jay was in the mist of the mysterious pressure when a thick voice roared. His body gave an authentic vibration. His long coiled hair stood up equivalently. His eye ball widened, accompanied with sudden rush of sweat
"That voice " he thought, it sounded familiar. The voice beckoned out again. "Marcel".
He took of his blanket and hopped out of the bed. "The trident! Of course, it must be it.
He had waited two years, silently hoping to hear just a slight streak of the thick voice calling his name and alas! The day has come. Jay peeped outside his room.
On the right side of prince Luther room was two bodyguards, standing cohesively like an abandoned piece of wood. Lingering through prince Luther chamber was the only available route that leads to the underground basement. What was the next step? He had to play a fast trick on those two grown beards bodyguards.
The guards were designated to stand still at there initial duty post till dawn. Jay eyeball were traveling fast. He had to come up with a plan but coming up with one became an extra task.
Just when he was running out of option an idea struck his head. His face shone in excitement at the sight of Davina, a gorgeous kitchen maid who was in charge of the guards night meal.
She walks towards the guards, shaking her endowed bursty shape while holding firmly a big tray containing the guards food. The hungry looking men, who had stood still for hours felt tremendously relieved at the mere sight of the tray. They needed no explanation. Both men knew what trays like that are meant for.
Jay was about to perform a task he haven't done before. For quite some month now, he had been severely practicing the ultimate skill known as " THE MAGIC OF THE EYE". It dawn on him that he, could control and subdue any object just with the look of his eye. The accidental incident of the falling glass cup drove his mind to serious observation.
It all began five months ago. The usual silence of the palace during the day made him migrated into the land of boredom. He needed something to revive his dull spirit. The only solution that streamed down his mind was prince Luther study room. The study room was built mainly for the prince, thereby objecting the presence of any other individual but Jay cared less.
His indisputable love for books especially comics would end up landing him in trouble if by any chance he got caught. Jay had always threaded carefully when entering the study room. He as well keeps a clean sheet when exiting the room without leaving a foot to trace. Prince Luther was fully aware of Jay silly rebellious act but decided to venture into the world of pretense.
He knew and had witnessed Jay remarkable love for books so he let him be. On one of this days, Jay was reading a fantasy comic about a long forgotten great warrior. A particular chapter captivated and arrested his mind. His eyes were focused on the book. He paid more attention as he was about to unveil a mysterious secret.
Out of curiosity, his right hand had mistakenly hit the glass cup filled with water. The cup descended beneath the table, looking forward to kiss the floor by obeying the law of gravity. Jay stares at the crashing cup anxiously, his eyes turned yellow. The cup stood still, refusing to crash down. He lifted the glass cup back on the desk with an eye movement.
Jay felt a silent moment inside of him. He couldn't bring himself to believe what just happened. It felt like yet again, another fairy tale in the comic fantasy but it was real. The revelation had led Jay to serious practice. He kept shooting his shot, rehearsing with everything he knew but the moment just never came.