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Ephesus And Diane

章 1: The Curse

"Bring them in"

The elders walked into the throne room. All the youths that were gathered in the throne room stared at them as they walked in.

They were in their wolves form that were called the "Narianz". The King stares at them in disgust and a type of hatred.

"What do you need?" he asks grumpily and lazily.

The elders that walked in as wolves transformed into their elderly human selves and stared at the King of Azariah with pitiful eyes, but the young King had a very hard heart.

"Our King! We plead with you to allow the threshold of the Kingdom to sow thirty grains of... "

The whole place filled with youths, exploded with laughter as they heard the old woman talk to the King. The King smiled wickedly and waved his hand, making the laughter to drop after some minutes.

"Continue" he was trying to mock them with their demands. The elderly people looked at themselves and said nothing. They knew that if the King refuse to adhead to their demand, he will face the wrath of them.

"We will like about thirty cereals and grains to be loaded in the houses of all the widows and orphans of Azel. Make it something that will go on from generation to generation" the old woman's voice echoed throughout the hall.

The Young King on the throne smiled, he needed not to stand up to witness their presence or appreciate them for coming. Because being grateful, to him, will lead to something like a war between them.

"Azel is a Kingdom that don't need to give anything to widows or whatever you call them. They're fine just the way they are... " he turned to the youths that sat around them.

"Isn't that so, dear friends" his voice echoed and the whole place roared with different people agreeing to what the King has just said. Though, some of the youths knew this was wrong, they said nothing in agreement, nor did they chant or hail.

The roaring and chants stopped immediately the King waved his hand again and they all waited for the reply of the wolves.

"You have been making mistakes that only the creator can correct, Arthur. The widows are... "

"The widows are nothing useful to us, Melanie! Get your demand and these things out of here"

Now the youths grew in fear when they heard Arthur call the elderly wolves "Things". It is a clear abomination for anyone, even if it is a King or someone that have authority over them, to call them "Things". Because it is clear that they are not things but humans, just like them.

Melanie, the elderly woman that had been making the demand smiled and nodded. It is clear that Arthur is not ready for the throne.

"Yes... Sire" She said and they all bowed and left, each changing back to wolves.

They are not through with him.

Arthur stares at them as they all walked out on a lane and out of the throne room.

When they had completely left the room, the youths stared up at him, their eyebrows furrowed in anger for the last thing he said.

He noticed it and asked what the problem was.

"What is it?"

"You called the elders things, are you... " the youth that wanted to blast the King held his tongue, he didn't want to say anything that'll make the King hang him or place him into slavery as one of the Castle servants.

Meanwhile, the King stares at him lazily and in a boring manner. He wanted to know what the guy had to say but he remained calm with him, allowing him to talk at his own pace.

"Continue" the King said calmly and the youth sighed.

"It is wrong, your Majesty. Even if we, the youths are helping you to rule, you must not object to what they have to say, because you will also become an elder one day"

Arthur's eyes widened as he stared at the youth that just spoke.

"Are you challenging me?" he asked calmly but his voice was heard all throughout the hall in which they all sat.

"No your highness, that... That's not what I m... "

Arthur found it as disrespect when he made a decision and some stupid youth will come to object to it.

"Guards!" he called and the guards from within the hall came out from the darkest place of the hall, stood at attention and ready to take orders from their King.

"Throw him into the salt lake"

Just as the guards made for the youth, the whole place grew dark. No one saw even the seat they sat on.

Green, tiny lights started sparking in the hall and then, a woman with long white hair, white eyes and white dress appeared. All the youths were shock as she stared up at the King with a pair of beautiful, yet tempting eyes.

"Are you saying that what he said is wrong?" she asks with a very soft and tiny voice that made the whole hall tremble with fear.

Arthur kept quiet. He didn't care about the consequences, all he started thinking about was how he would marry this lady. She looks so beautiful.

"Next time I guess you will be more careful with your words, because as from now henceforth!... " she started declaring and as she started, a heavy wind blew across the hall and the youths started panicking.

"You shall pick your brides from the mud. You will marry only those that will kill you and whoever dares to try and break the curse shall come in contact with battles and fierce Kings!" she declared. As she spoke, her voice started becoming deeper until it got to the point that her face turned red.

Arthur fell on his knees as the ground shook and every where lighted with dark green lights everywhere.

"No... I... I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean it" Arthur stuttered, but the lady held her head high with a wicked smile on her face.

"Well, so be it" and she disappeared with the youth that stood up for the elders. Everything went back to Its normal positions but the Youths all ran out of the hall, leaving Arthur on the floor.

The curse remained on his generation and the Kings that came upon the throne of Azel married from the mud. They saw beautiful maidens and picked them from there and into the Castle.

They married these ladies and not upto a week or two, the lady will conceive and that night, something will enter them and she will kill her husband, the King.

This happened until the 200th King that came out from the Lineage of Arthur.

Ephesus.