Abigor took the sword out of the girl and saw both the girl and James crumple to the side.
"You idiot you stabbed the boy!" Morax yelled.
"Nissa." James whispered.
"Bring the boy!"
James felt them grab him and he yelled. A great wind blew threw the woods and his dragon appeared. He willed it to become real and it flickered becoming a bright red and orange live breathing dragon.
Blood was leaking out of him and his sister.
"YOUR HIGHNESS YOUR SISTER IS DIEING! COME WITH US AND SHE CAN STAY HERE SAFE AND ALIVE."
"Jamie, no."
He looked at Nissa and reached out caressing her face. James grabbed a hold of the dirt and and willed it to sink and Nissa was gone.
"Proceed and get the boy." Morax yelled.
James planned to fend off the last of these with his dragon but before he could proceed someone whispered behind him.
James yelled and his magic disappeared into thin air. Abigor stretched over whispering spells as they once did to him.
"AH STOP IT!" James scram.
James fairy ears had begun to bleed as he clutched to them. He was breathing hard.
"Very good Abigor."
"Thank you majesty." Abigor said breathless.
Morax approached James and crouched to eye level with him.
"James is it? Tell me James, king of the Ver woodlands how old are you?"
"Your invading my lands, your breaking the agreement of ages."
"Oh my king am so, so, so, sorry. I didn't realize."
Morax pushed James's wound who screamed.
"Now tell me your age before I take one of your organs out."
"You wouldn't..."
James slumped on the floor going unconscious.
"Great I over did it. How old is he Abigor?"
"12, my king."
"Hmm 3 years younger than you. Tie him up and bring him along."
YOU ARE READING
Woodlands
Fantasy4 kingdoms. One boy, destined to create the fall for all 4 including his own. Will the prophecy be fulfilled. The dark are desperate to get hands on the boy.
