In another kingdom, just six years later, another war was going on. This kingdom was hidden away in the mountains, the castle built into the side of one of the mountains and it overlooked the valley below, were the peasants lived. The people lived in relative peace with each other and also loved their monarchs who were just and kind to them. The King and Queen of this kingdom had a son, a little precocious boy of 11, whom the people loved deeply, despite the multitude of pranks played on them.
This was a close knit, loving kingdom, which ultimately caused their downfall. This community did not take kindly to outsiders, being as isolated within the mountains as they were. One day, an old lady came to this kingdom. She was dressed in rags, was hunched over, and walked with a cane. As she went through the village, she noticed that as she walked by each home, the shutters were closed and voices were hushed. There was not a soul in the streets and if there was, they quickly went inside. They were that much against strangers. She bowed her head more, an evil grin appearing on her face, and she headed up towards the castle entrance.
Once she reached there, she lifted the massive iron doorknocker and let it drop. She smirks as she hears the sound echoing within the massive castle and grips her cane firmly in her hand. The sounds of footsteps quicken to the door and it is pulled open by some guards as a manservant looks out and sees the old lady.
"What do you want old woman?" says the manservant haughtily; giving off the impression he felt the old women was not welcome at the castle. His body was moved so that the entrance to the castle was completely blocked and that there was no way the old lady could get inside.
"Your death," murmurs the old lady, a smirk on her face. The guise melts off, revealing a tall, thin, dark haired woman with black eyes. Her hands held a staff and just as quickly as she reverted to her true form, the staff shot a beam of light at the manservant and he disappeared along with the guards that rushed to fight her.
She smiles an eerily beautiful, yet evil, smile and makes her way into the castle towards the throne room. She was far from finished; no, she had only just begun. This castle was on a point of great magic and it would soon be all hers to rule over. She would become invincible.
When she reached the doors of the throne room, she threw a powerful bolt of energy at the doors, completely destroying it and destroying any guards who were against the door in hopes of holding her back. The King and Queen stood up quickly and locked hands, both of them simultaneously starting a spell to gather the magic hidden deep in their land. The witch laughs and raises her staff high before slamming the end to the ground.
"You cannot win over me!" cackled the witched as her staff glowed brightly and shot two beams of light at the King and Queen before they could finish their spell. Before they or anyone else knew it, the royals were turned into stone, hands joined, with the determined look still on their faces. With an evil smirk she waves her staff once more, sending the solid couple to a tower so that their figures would be out of her way.
"Mama! Papa!!!" cries a little boy, Prince Alexander, as he runs into the throne room after seeing his parents turned to stone. His stormy, deep blue eyes shining with unshed tears and his short black hair flying about as he runs towards the evil witch. Since he was only 11 years old, he wasn't able to harness the full power of the magic that his home rested upon, however, he could still manage small bolts of energy, which he was currently shooting at the witch in hopes of hurting her.
The witch laughs and deflects every bolt of energy the prince shot at her.
"Pathetic little pup," sneered the witch. She suddenly smiled as an idea came into her head. "Yes, that is exactly what you are. A. Little. Pathetic. Pup." With that, she raised her staff and pointed it at the prince, who was still running towards her, and a beam of light struck the young prince. The prince, in shock, tripped and fell, and when he tried to get up, he discovered he was standing on all fours. Not only that, he had fur all over his body!
"What did you do to me!" shouted Alex, but as he said that, the only sounds that came out of his mouth were growls. She had turned him into a wolf!
The witch laughs and decides to have a little fun. She conjures up a menacing looking hunter with an ax in his hand.
"Hunter, I'm in need of a nice, warm wolf scarf. I want it made specifically, from that cub right there," she says, grinning, while pointing at Alex.
Alexander's wolfish eyes take on a look of fear and he quickly breaks out into a run. The hunter smiles and bows to the witch before running after him, bloodlust in his eyes and soul.
The witch smiles as her plan was completed and raised her arms to the sky, gathering the magic from the earth. She grins as she feels herself becoming stronger and stronger.
Outside, the villagers gather in the streets and look up towards the quickly darkening skies. Evil was in the air and they knew something had gone horribly wrong within the castle. Suddenly a flash of lightening hits the highest tower of the castle and the villagers could think no more. They became zombies, only there as slaves to the witch and only there to do her bidding.
The witch's cackle echoes within the valley as she assumes full control of the kingdom.