Warning: DenNor

Chapter Seven

He sat on his throne, with his elbow resting atop a cushioned armrest, and chin nestled into his pink palm, quietly taking in the events that had recently transpired in his kingdom. The Prince was practically left speechless and astounded at the lengths his two best friends took to save his life, but he was honored to have such caring people at his side. Although, he was left with one problem to clear up, his two most caring people in the world did kidnap the most ill-tempered sorcerer to ever walk the Earth and held him hostage against his will, and all in his own name. Not only that, but he couldn't get the said sorcerer off of his mind. "What am I ever to do?" he asked, staring off into a distance. "How am I ever going to find him?"

The General Berwald stepped forward, with his hand placed up on the hilt of his sheathed sword and head bowed in respect. "Matthias, we never did take the tracking bracelet off of Sorcerer Lukas. Perhaps you can use that to your advantage." he said, raising his head to see a grin spreading across his spikey haired Prince. "I see you're already planning."

The Prince leaned forward, fingers gripping the cushioned armrests, and grin proudly on display for his court officials to see. "That is great news! You there, girly!" he yelled, pointing his finger towards a startled maid. "Go fetch me the enchanted map from the vaults below."

This time the Royal Physician stepped forward, with his hands held behind his back and smile curled into his lips. "I'm glad to see you up and about, Matthias, but you do know that Lukas is on a mission to save his little brother. Don't you think that maybe we should leave him to be? I don't think he would want us following after him." he said, sincerely. "He's probably trying to break the ankle bracelet off of himself right now."

The Prince only laughed and rested his chin into his palm once again. He was going to find the sorcerer whether or not anyone liked it, even the sorcerer himself. "I know he's trying to find his brother, and that's why we're going to follow him - to help him of course!" he said, happily, not noticing his two best friends were looking at each other nervously. "And I don't care if his reputation is the most deadly in the world, because he doesn't frighten me. I mean how can he be frightening? He's so tiny and girly!"

General Berwald sighed heavily, while smacking his palm against his forehead dramatically. "My dear, sweet, Prince Matthias, did you not learn anything about sorcerers and sorceresses while under that love spell of yours?" he asked, while watching an offended frown twisting into the Heir's happy expression and dissolving it quickly. "Please do satisfy me with an answer."

The Prince grumbled and looked away, angrily crossing his arms above his ruffled red shirt, while shutting his eyes closed and puckering out his bottom lip in a pout. "You know what I learned from that whole situation? I learned that arranged marriages are deadly and that I shouldn't eat anything from exes!" he said, as hurried little footsteps tapped against the marble floors. "Oh, you're back sweetheart, and with the enchanted map I asked for."

He took the map from the maid, and opened it with great curiosity. His golden eyebrows furrowed together in concentration, as his sapphire eyes narrowed dangerously. On the map, an amethyst gem was moving rather quickly, as if running away from something. The Prince suddenly stood up, while rolling up the map in his hands. "I've found him! He's The Dark Woods and off we go too." he said, jumping down from the throne, with General Berwald and Physician Tino behind him.

XOXO

He ran quickly, his boots stomping through the tiny little stream and his cape rippling through the wind, while a horde of witch hunters on black horses chased after him, with swords drawn up in the air, ready to strike at any given moment. "I've finally found you, Sorcerer Lukas! Now, you'll pay for what you've done, you wretched little magic whore!" the Captain yelled. "I'll make you pay, you'll see! I'll tie you up, with a noose around your pretty little neck and hang you in front of a whole crowd!"

Lukas gritted his teeth, as the horde of hunters started to close in on him. Reaching up to untie the cape from around his neck, Lukas undid the bow, and muttered an incantation. Instantly, the cape formed into a fiery dark phoenix of shadows, sputtering out black burning flames of anguish upon the horde of witch hunters. Opening a gateway in the process, Lukas quickly stepped through it, while ignoring the cries of agony coming from behind him. He stumbled down on dead brown leaves, and laid there for a moment, trying to catch his breathe. "Wretched little magic whore, well, that's a new one. I wonder what they'll come up with next time." he said, while raising his burnt fingertips up in the diming sunlight. "I better start using my staff or I won't have any finger tips left to work with."

XOXO

Hooves clattered against little stone pebbles on the stream, as confused and horrified eyes stared down at the shreds of black feathers and dead bodies scattering the blood stained ground. Jumping down from his horse, Prince Matthias kneeled down and picked up one of the feathers, while looking at it closely. "It's a phoenix feather, but I thought those went extinct hundreds of years ago. How could one still be roaming around now?" he asked, as General Berwald stepped down from his horse and inspected the scene before him, as well. "What happened here?"

The Royal Physician was already knelt down on the muddied floor of blood and shreds of feathers, as he inspected the dead bodies scattered around. His face was ghostly pale, while his indigo eyes darted back and forth from his clipboard and then back to the corpse in front of him. The pencil in his hand moved swiftly, left and right, while he quickly wrote down various wounds and identities of each corpse before him. "They're all witch hunters." he said, while reading a bounty poster of Lukas. "It says here that Sorcerer Lukas is wanted for the murders of several Witch Hunter organizations, and an upcoming attack on the Witch Hunter Headquarters! If we don't stop him now, he might do something crazy!"

The Prince immediately got back on top of his horse, and grabbed the enchanted map out of his satchel. There on the brown crinkled enchanted parchment moved a bright amethyst gem towards the Witch Hunter Headquarters. "We have to get a move on. He's already near the damn headquarters." the Prince said, while grabbing his horse's reigns and whipping it. "If he blows that building up, he's going to be wanted criminal all over the lands."

XOXO

Night had befallen, but Lukas stood in the Witch Hunter Headquarters radiant than ever, and sparkling like a jewel. He had taken the liberty to glamor himself, basically to disguise himself as a noble; it granted more opportunities to strike. His pale golden hair was neatly combed and tucked behind his ears. His crimson dress with gold trimmings went all the way down to his ankles and up to his wrists. His red boots shined as he walked, and clinked against the marble floors of the headquarters, while his red hat matched perfectly with his outfit, basically adding an extra grace to his doll like appearance. Upon approaching the receptionist desk, Lukas smiled and spoke. "I scheduled a meeting with the captain today about recent disturbances in my neighborhood. I would like to speak with him now, it is urgent." he lied, as the receptionist stuttered and dove into the many piles of folders scattering her desk. "A problem, my dear?"

The elderly lady smiled and shook her head, while standing up and leading him towards a staircase. "I just couldn't find your folder that scheduled a night appointment, but that doesn't matter. You're obviously a man of great importance. The captain is right this way, good sir." she said, quickly walking up to her desk. "I'll be right here if you need anything."

He grinned widely and walked up the grand staircase, taking each step at a time. Lukas didn't want to rush this. Instead, he wanted to savior his sweet revenge and remember it clearly in his head every time he felt weak. This opportunity was once in a lifetime, because most magic wielders like him, would want to avoid going anywhere near the Witch Hunter Headquarters, but for him it was different. Lukas loved the game of hunting down hunters, and making them pay for all the times his little brother and him would have to run away. So his revenge meant everything to him and so did his little brother, Emil, and he was going to make every single one of them for destroying their childhood.

Taking a sharp right, Lukas found a door labeled captain in big letters upon it. Quickly, fixing his dress and raising his gloved hand up to knock on the door, Lukas also spoke. "Hello? May I come in for a minute?" he asked, in the most innocent voice he could muster. He received a gruff response of yes, and Lukas immediately walked inside the cigar filled office, while shutting the door behind him. "It's been a long time, hasn't it captain?"

The captain looked up from his documents, and carefully studied the face before him. He could not ever recall meeting such a person with an intense aura of elegance and graces; who can this mysterious person be? "Do I know you?" he asked, as the stranger sat down in front of him, while taking his hand gloves off. "Are you perhaps from another kingdom? I have done many services for our neighboring kingdoms."

Lukas smiled and shook his head lightly, while the captain leaned forward and stared at his face confusedly. "How can you not remember this?" Lukas asked, while carefully running his burnt fingertips through his pale hair. "I'm wanted everywhere for my mischievous deeds. Do you honestly not remember your organizations going up in flames or your carriage burning down into ashes? Apparently, they say I've finally come out of hiding and into the game again."

The captain immediately stood up, while pointing an accusing finger at the sorcerer. "You filthy magic wielder! All your kind should be burned at the stake!" he screamed, as his lips curled into a disgusted frown. "Your kind thinks they can go around doing whatever they want, because they have magic at their fingertips, well I won't have it! We men built years of order and structure into our society, and we're not going have you or your freak shows mess it up."

He stood up, as his tiny hands balled into fists, while the captain's desk banged suddenly against the wall, pinning the captain in the process as well. "All you remember is your pain, but what about my mines? All those magic wielders your little puppets burned at the stake for no crime whatsoever, well, they are waiting for you in the afterlife, and I'm going to give you to them. You thought they were angry then, you should see them now." Lukas said, while digging his nails into his palms, as the captain choked for air. "Now time for me to look for the portal key, hmm I wonder where it could be. Maybe, around your neck for safekeeping, because you thought I wouldn't find you. It's mine now, as it always been."

He reached up and the gripped the necklace tightly in his hand, while yanking it off of the choking captain's neck. "Time for me to leave this world and enter yours." Lukas said, speaking directly to the portal key in his hands. As his words were uttered, a bright, white light surrounded him, and he went tumbling into the mysterious dimension his little brother was in.

XOXO

Loud, fat rain drops splattered against the muddy fields of the quiet Witch Hunter Village, as the Prince's army rode through the village gates with their red bannered horses, while men and women from every house stepped out into the stormy night, with their umbrellas in hand, to inspect the cause of the thundering noise. Hooves came to an abrupt stop in front of the Witch Hunter Headquarters, and the Prince jumped down onto the muddied ground, while his boots became stained with rain water and dirt. "Forgive me for interrupting, but I have urgent business with the Witch Hunter Headquarters." the Prince said, as an elderly man and woman turned around from their conversation to face him. "Why the grave faces?"

The man, dressed in a suit and top hat, raised his walking cane up into the air, and shook it with his bony, skeletal fingers, while speaking in his slimy, angry voice. "That damn magic wielder – what's his name? Oh yes, Lukas Bondevik, came into here and stole our prized portal key! Not only that, but he nearly choked the captain to death! Those damnable God forsaken beings!" he said, while dropping his cane down on the ground, with a loud thud. "Well, anyway, who are you and what do you want?"

The young heir stepped forward, with his right hand placed upon the hilt of his sheathed sword, and lips pressed together in a thin straight line, while golden eyebrows furrowed together, as if ready for an upcoming attack from the Witch Hunters' Village. "I am Prince Kohler, hailing from my grandfather's Kingdom of Vikings, and I have come to your land for Sorcerer Lukas." he said, while taking another step forward. "Now, I demand to be shown to your captain!"

The elderly woman gasped, while covering her mouth with her long, slender wrinkled fingers, before speaking in her crackly voice. "The captain is inside, your majesty. Please follow me, I'll take you to him." she said, gesturing with her hands, while opening the doors to the headquarters. "He's resting in the living room, your majesty."

The elderly man growled, while raising his walking cane up into the air once again and shaking it furiously. "What on hell are you doing wife? This land does not belong to this pompous Prince; therefore he has no right to make such demands! Now, you Prince – whatever your name was - go back to your "Kingdom of Free Magic wielders!" Go back!" the man spat out all the while shaking his wane cane wildly in the air. "Go back – you…"

A loud thundering crack was heard and then splatter of soil, as the body of the elderly man fell onto the wet muddied ground. "That is quiet enough, husband! I had just about enough of you!" the elderly woman said, while dropping the lump of wood, before turning her attention back to Prince Kohler. "He had it coming for a long time, but your majesty obviously did not come for him. The captain of the Witch Hunter Headquarters is right this way. Please follow me."

The Prince blinked and turned to look at General Berwald at his side, who wore his same shocked expression, before turning back to look at the elderly lady in front of him. "May I ask, dear woman, why you did what you just did?" he asked, while lowering his gaze down at the unconscious man. "I don't mean to pry nor do you have to answer, but it was an act of so many questions."

The lady smiled, while running her wrinkled fingers through her wet grey hair. "I hail from the Kingdom of Vikings as well, your majesty. You see, I was betrothed to this scum of man long before I was even born. Oh, I can't even count the many times I tried to escape from the marriage." she said, while grinning from ear to ear. "Now, please let us move on. I'm sure you have plenty of questions for the captain as well, my Prince."

XOXO

Lukas groaned and sat up, while looking around curiously. This new dimension was lit up in bright colors, even though it was still night outside. The trees glimmered with bright red and brown leaves, while the grass swayed in bright green, as the warm wind rustled through it. The sky was painted in pinkish and orange hues, while the moon shined with pale white light. And the mountains, they were enormous, even larger than ones back home. Lukas stood up, while turning around in circles and taking in the beauty of this strange, new dimension he was in, but suddenly he froze, as the ground shook underneath him and heavy footsteps thundered towards him. "What…?" he mumbled out, while he toppled back over onto the field of sunflowers, but sat up just in time to peer at the horde of approaching figures. "Oh, no! Emil!"

Just in the distance, he was saw a stampede coming his way, but it was no ordinary stampede. Instead, it was a stampede of trolls, and the tallest of the troll was running towards him the fastest, while dragging along a cage behind him, with his little brother trapped inside! "Look over there, another pretty doll has landed from the ball in the sky! Looks like another pretty doll to sing for us tonight, come on men! Let us get him!" the leader troll spoke, while stampede increased their speed. "Pretty doll, oh pretty doll, we're coming for you."

Lukas stood back up on his feet, while raising his staff up in the air and summoning his magical weapon, with a murmured incantation. In a shimmer of smoke, a thick iron chain appeared in his burned fingers, and Lukas raised the chain up in air, while whipping it around the wrist of the leader troll. "You're coming with me, and release my little brother." he commanded, as the troll bowed his head and opened the cage reluctantly. A silver haired boy stumbled out of the cage, robed in a brown dress and a matching pair of boots and hat. "Emil, my sweet little brother, can you ever forgive me?"

He ran over to his stumbling brother, and placed an arm around his little brother's waist protectively, while still holding the iron chain tightly in his free hand. "You sent me into a land filled with trolls! Trolls, Lukas! Trolls! Look what they made me wear?!" Emil screamed, while clutching his brown frilly dress to state his point. "And worse they made me sing! You – this won't be forgotten easily!"

Lukas pecked his brother's cheeks apologetically, and then his brother's forehead. "I am so sorry and I promise this will never happen again, but we must leave. Come on, sweet little brother and troll, let's go." he said, while tightly gripping his brother's hand, and tugging the iron chain for his captured troll to follow. "We're going home, well the troll isn't, but I'll make sure he feels welcomed."

Emil frowned and stared down at their intertwined fingers. There were times when he wished his brother didn't have his gift of magic, but then he would he feel guilty for ever wishing that, because his brother wouldn't be who he was, if wasn't for his magic. And he knew his brother suffered a lot of pain, but that is what made his brother stronger and smarter, and also a target for witch hunters. It was a twisted double edged sword. His brother's magic was a God send, but also a crime. "Can I ask why you are bringing the troll along with us?" Emil said, while eyeing the troll suspiciously. "You know, everyone at home will freak out and call us Devil worshippers."

Lukas smiled and pecked his brother's cheek again. "I'm going to release him on the witch hunters, and then I'll send him home. Don't worry, Emil." he said, as the troll's shoulders drooped. "I'm going to be nice to him."

The troll sighed, and stared at the two brothers solemnly. "I should have known you're a sorcerer, they always come here asking for us to take revenge on those who have wronged them." he said, with an annoyed expression. "Anyway, let's just get on with."

XOXO

The Prince walked inside the headquarters with his two most trusted men behind him, while his red bannered army waited outside. The young heir knew why most of the other kingdoms despised his, it was because his kingdom offered safe haven to magic wielders of all sorts, and it was also the reason why his army had such brute strength. His armor and weapons were all enchanted, as was his lands and farms. Most of his citizens were magic wielders as well, and they all dated back to the first royal rulers of his kingdom. The Prince stopped walking, and sat down in an armchair across the sofa, where the captain was resting on. "Lukas seemed really pissed at you." he said, as his sapphire eyes gazed over the crimson bruise on the captain's throat. "I suppose you already know who I am."

The captain opened his eyes, and glared at the Prince unwelcomingly. "You're that pompous Prince Kohler, aren't you boy?" he said, while sliding the cold pack over his bruised throat. "Well, what do you want? Hmm, I'm guessing you want Lukas, don't you? You two have some sort of history together? Did he enchant your battle axes for you?"

The young heir stood up onto his feet, as his right hand unsheathed his grandfather's famous sword, while his left hand curled into the captain's shirt. "I don't even need an enchanted axe to fight you, because you're just some scum with no proper training or discipline. And I may be a pompous Prince, but I have all the right in the world to be one." he said, while dangling the captain in the air. "My kingdom flourishes with happiness and laughter, while yours excels in despair and fear. Lukas may have been too impatient to finish the job, but I have all the time in the world or I can just hand you over to the sorcerers and sorceresses in my kingdom. I'm sure they'll be more than happy to avenge the deaths of their sisters and brothers."

The captain frowned and struggled in the air, while trying to reach for his pistol strapped around his leg. "Your happy go lucky kingdom will soon end. I have already sent a message asking for the witch hunters overseas to aid my war against magic wielders!" he said, as a smirk curled into his lips. "You can kill me now, but it does not matter, because my fellow witch hunters will be here. So Prince Kohler, can your long distanced half-breed ass and army go up against mines?"

The Prince smiled and leaned in closer to the captain. "Most definitely, and don't you dare insult my great grandmother!" he said, while throwing the captain onto the floor. "General, lock this piece of dirt up. He is no longer worth my time."

The Royal Physician Tino ran inside the headquarters with the enchanted map in his hands, and a frightened look curled into his usual joyful features. "Matthias, you won't believe it, but Lukas' location is back on the map. He has returned from the other dimension, and with company!" he said, while bouncing up to the heir's side. "I believe that the smaller amethyst might be his brother, and the emerald might be a native creature from the other dimension, but what I don't understand is why they are heading back this way. Lukas has already accomplished his mission of saving his brother, so shouldn't he be heading home?"

The Prince grabbed the physician's wrist, and roughly pulled him out of the headquarters. "We need to leave right now. Lukas is out for revenge, and who knows what he has brought back from the other dimension. It might even be a dragon." he said, while lifting the physician up on his horse. "Keep track of his location. We need to reach him. Let's go men!"

XOXO

Lukas, still holding his brother's hand and the iron chain, suddenly stopped abruptly and looked around himself. He already knew the sound of the troll's heavy footsteps, so he could tell the difference between the troll's thundering footsteps and another creature's, but what was that clattering noise? It sounded like hooves, thousands of hooves, but where were they coming from? Lukas started to turn around in circles, while trying to place the sound of hooves down to one specific location, but he couldn't! What was it? Could it be? Were they actually trying to? The clattering noises were surrounding him! "Those bastards actually think they can encircle me, well, it seems like they still have plenty to learn about me." he said, as he glared straight ahead. "Troll, are you ready to stomp over them?"

Red bannered flags stood up in between the many trees, while fluttering like a butterfly in the wind, as three gold chested armored horses rode directly for him. "Those aren't witch hunters!" Emil said, as he stared wide eyed at the army. "Brother, that's a kingdom."

Lukas froze, and stared ahead at the horse in the middle, the horse that the Prince rode on. He could recognize that face anywhere, the face that he fell in love with and the face that he stared at, while trying to conjure up a cure. "That is the Kingdom of Vikings, the kingdom that I served for a short amount of time." he said, while not taking off his eyes from the approaching Prince. "They tracked us here."

XOXO

The Prince stepped down from his horse, and stared back and forth from the troll to the silver haired boy at the Lukas' side. He couldn't see any family resemblance, but he knew the silver haired boy was Lukas' little brother. "I know how much you have been hurt, and I'm not asking you to stop." the heir said, while slowly approaching the statue like sorcerer. "I'm instead asking you to become my Royal Court Magician and to lead my army of magic wielders."

Lukas blinked at the sudden request, and looked at the Royal Physician and General. They were both smiling at him, as if trying to make him agree with the odd request, but he was beyond bewildered. "What?" he said, because it was the only thing that came to his mind. "How? I mean why?"

The Prince smiled, and took another step closer to the sorcerer. "I understand you and we're fighting the same war. The witch hunters threaten you, just as much as they threaten my kingdom, and besides you saved me and I want to help you. And I don't think the sorcerers and sorceresses would want me as their captain. They don't fight with swords and battle axes, but you fight like them, so you're perfect for them." he said, noticing the confused looks on the troll and silver haired boy. "You have to agree. I don't want to see my hero fight this battle alone. Your troll can work with my General Berwald as well."

A surprised gasp escaped from behind the Prince, and a hushed giggle, while the heir grinned and patiently waited for the sorcerer's response. "Fine, but you will take this tracking monitor off of me." Lukas said, as the Prince bowed. "Your majesty?"

"Call me Matthias, and you'll be riding with me," the heir said, while turning his sapphire eyes towards Lukas' little brother. "And your brother will be riding on the pony."

Emil let his brother's hand go, and walked towards the little pony a knight was holding out for him. He did not understand just what was going on or who these people were, but he knew he was certainly tired of walking around in muddied fields. The knight grabbed his waist, and lifted him onto the pony, while sitting up down princess style. He was extremely confused! Why was his brother riding with the Prince? What history did they share? He better get an explanation when they reach wherever they were going!

Lukas tightened his hold around his staff, as Matthias grabbed his waist and lifted him up onto the gold armored horse. "Is this really necessary?" he asked, as the Prince sat behind him, while grabbing the reigns. "Why do I have to ride with you?"

The Prince merely laughed and pulled the reigns, as his horse started to gallop. "Because you're my pretty guardian angel. Anyway, I was wondering. Do your brother and you wear dresses often?" he said, as he saw the sorcerer's golden strands of hair gravitate. "Alright, alright, pissing you off is dangerous or you just get angry easily."


"Tell me what you think! This the longest chapter I have ever written, and forgive me for any grammar or missing word mistakes. I promise I'll fix it soon!"