Chapter II : .
Merchant's Market. Lightwoods.
The elder wizard leaves the main hall after a brief exchange of words with the guards.
The goblins, who just delivered the letter were hiding nearby, keeping a close watch over the wizard. One of them giggled in delight, "We get the amulet and now we will also get the gold once the wizard opens the letter!" The other goblins shushed him and they scurried away before anyone spotted them.
They head for the devastated battlefield where the notorious Zero King showed up earlier that noon. Thousands of souls were aimlessly wandering. They were trapped from a weird side effect from the purple mist that was spread thinly around the field, this was what the witches had concluded. Dark Magic, was the only conclusion they could agree upon.
The goblins navigated through the field and among the souls smoothly. They knew where to stop. Just inches before the various symbols the wizards and witches had drawn over the area where the purple mist first originated. The goblin with the beard held an air of superiority over others, probably he was the leader of the group now. He pulls out a scroll and reads out the charms in warlock's tongue. Others couldn't understand a thing he chanted, just stared at him as a small flame flickers before them and the purple mist appears. It grows thicker every second and then forms a circle around them, instantly transferring each and every being inside that circle to a whole new place.
The goblins blinked and rubbed their eyes as it adjusted to the dim lights of the cave lit with green flames. They stood before a stone door with 2 statues on each side. The bearded goblin walks up to the center of the door and press a plate, which activated a mechanism which turned the statues to face each other. Light bursts out from the eyes of the statues and lights the place where the goblin stood. It was a kind of safety measure to screen the visitor. Once the light turned green, it meant the visitor is not hostile.
The door slides neatly in the gaps and exposes a cloaked figure waiting on the other side. The goblin beckons every one and all bow in front of the figure. "Its pleasing to see the goblins so well organized, come you have earned your reward fellow greenies, our message was successfully delivered." the warlock said.
RED HOOD COLONY
GATE III
The elder wizard had no time to waste. As he approached the colony of the red wizards a worrying thought strikes him. The envelope needs to be checked! it could be trap for the wizards. He gets down and gingerly grabs the envelope and begins a recital of counter spells to disarm any curses. Seeing no reaction, he assumed it was safe to open it and read the contents.
He removes the bull's skull shaped seal and reads the letter.
To the Red Wizards of Enchantima,
The warlocks have forged an alliance with a powerful hero, he calls himself the Zero King. We would like you to know that the once known as the benevolent hero is tired of this world. He believes that there is a need for an arch enemy to emerge for the heroes, for which he has shown great interest to become one.
As you know what occurred today was just a show of his strength, muscle flexing so to say. But why the warlocks you say? Well we are frustrated and seen as an outcast by the society, so to come in the light is what we desire. Enough of the boring caves and hiding in darkness. Why should we bear the punishment of what our ancestors did? We are after all, your brothers.
To the great and powerful Zero, our new King and the harbinger of change.
Yours truly,
Rhizok of Shadow
Minister of the Zero Kingdom.
The mist is poison for those who oppose us.
By the time the wizard finished reading the letter, a purple mist circle was formed around him. He covers his nose and mouth in defense, but too late. He coughs and coughs hard. Clutching his chest he struggles for breath. He slowly makes for the gates and shoots a fireball upwards, the guards reach him within minutes and help him out. "To - the council- cough" the wizard requests them.
COUNCIL ROOM
The red wizards stand still, as the elder wizard gives away a final order on his last breath. "Audience with the golems of Ravenstone."
"Nothing could treat him, the warlocks had finally found a curse to nullify all spells." said the guard who brought him here.
"Why did this happen? How could this issue go unnoticed!" the voice bellowed. The wizards cleared away as a wizard comes marching in thru the door.
"Lord Daruis! We are sorry for the inconvenience... " an apprentice continued. "Fool! You dare say that word? What's more important than protecting our own? What else should I think of, if this was inconvenience?" said Lord Daruis. The apprentice hides himself among others in shame.
"Silvexor, tell me everything. But before that, please perform a proper ritual of soul cleansing. Our brother was a victim of random attack, just to send us a message. We shall not be made fools out of such mockery of power! We will show them true power! "
All wizards cheer and light fireballs with their palms. The deceased is taken away to be given a proper burial while the red wizards, the mightiest of all have their pride at stake.
To kill one of their own front of their very eyes was sure to spark rage against the warlocks.
Somewhere in his chamber, Rhizok smiled at the very thought. Everything was going accordingly. No one in ages had experienced an outright war of good vs evil. It was time to end the healthy competition between clans and begin,
The real Clash of Clans.
Somewhere someplace, the Zero King makes his decision.
Next - A king rises. Thunder claps.
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