Capítulo 12: Chapter 11:Trapped In Dreamland.
As King Cyprus entered his throne room after his triumphant return, he knew that important discussions awaited him. The chieftains, loyal and respected leaders, stood up to greet him and took their seats once he was settled on his throne. The room fell into a hushed silence, with all eyes fixed on the king, waiting for his words.
With an expectant gaze, King Cyprus encouraged the chieftains to share their thoughts. A playful chuckle escaped his lips as he remarked, "I know you all have a lot to say."
Eager to express themselves, the chieftains wasted no time in speaking up. One of them exclaimed, "Yes, your Majesty!"
"We've heard that you brought back the Prince of the werewolves! And you actually brought him here!" they added, their voices filled with dramatic flair.
A mischievous smile played on the king's lips as he replied, pretending to be oblivious to the dramatic outbursts, "Oh, indeed I did. He is currently resting in his chambers, well taken care of by the maids."
But not all the chieftains shared the same excitement. Concerned for the safety of the kingdom, one of them voiced their worries, "Your Majesty! Bringing our sworn enemy into our territory poses a formidable and highly dangerous situation for the kingdom."
The playful demeanor of the king shifted, and a stern expression replaced his smile. He responded firmly, "I am the King of this Kingdom, and I am deeply committed to the safety of my people, even more than you are."
Curiosity filled the air as one of the chieftains asked on behalf of the others, "If you're so concerned about our safety, why did you rescue a werewolf and bring him into our territory?"
The King, never tiring of his Cabinet's curiosity, let out a sigh and began to reveal the truth, "You see, as I was searching for the Prince, I discovered that he had been killed just before I arrived. They had thrown him into a pit."
The chieftains leaned in, their interest piqued, eager to satisfy their curiosity as the King continued his tale, "That's when I made the decision to rescue him and bring him back to life..."
The chieftains were all ears, their curiosity reaching its peak. The King carried on, saying, "And naturally, I couldn't just leave him there. I had to bring him back to our kingdom because, well, I needed answers from him."
As the King concluded his narration, the chieftains were left in awe. They had so much to say, but they found themselves speechless, unsure of where to direct their concerns or complaints.
"But Your Majesty! He's still our enemy! He can't be here!" they complained once more, their voices filled with concern.
King Cyprus, with a hint of mischief in his eyes, posed a question in response, "And where, pray tell, should he be then?" The chieftains were taken aback, their words momentarily lost.
"He is my daughter's mate" the King reminded, his voice filled with emotion. "He is my only hope of finding her."
With a resolute tone, King Cyprus declared, "He stays!" His words carried an air of finality, leaving the chieftains with no room for further protest.
*****
So, right after Chief Silas did the terrible deed and killed Marcus, he heartlessly tossed him into a pit to rot. But guess what? King Cyprus, who was actually tracking Marcus, showed up just in the nick of time after Silas had made his getaway.
When King Cyprus stumbled upon Marcus's lifeless body, he couldn't bear to leave him there to meet such a tragic end. You see, Marcus was not only a victim, but he was also King Cyprus's only chance of finding his long-lost daughter. That's why, using his incredible superpowers, King Cyprus swooped in and lifted Marcus out of that dreadful pit.
But hold on, the story doesn't stop there! King Cyprus knew that Marcus needed more than just a rescue. He needed a second chance at life. So, without hesitation, King Cyprus took Marcus to the mystical witches' kingdom, a place where magic flows freely. There, with the help of powerful spells and ancient rituals, King Cyprus managed to revive Marcus back to life but Marcus was still unconscious.
To ensure that Marcus received the proper care and attention he needed, King Cyprus placed him under the care of dedicated maids. These maids were given the important task of looking after Marcus and making sure he recovered well and gained consciousness.
*****
King Cyprus walked into the room where Marcus was being taken care of, his hands casually crossed behind his back. He gazed at Marcus lying on the bed, looking almost lifeless.
Curious about Marcus's condition, King Cyprus asked one of the maids, "Any improvement?"
With a respectful bow, the maid replied, "Not yet, your majesty. He's breathing normally, but he's still unconscious."
"Hmmm," King Cyprus murmured, nodding his head as if he was processing the information and contemplating his next move.
As he made his way back to his grand throne room, King Cyprus couldn't help but wonder how someone could be breathing just fine but still remain unconscious, like a lifeless soul. It was a puzzling situation indeed.
So, King Cyprus called for the sorcerer, and he arrived in no time at all.
"I believe he is trapped in the dreamland!" the sorcerer replied when King Cyprus asked what could be wrong with the Prince.
"Dreamland?" the King questioned.
"Yes, your majesty! Even with resurrection, it is incredibly difficult for someone to return from the dreamland if they have a deeply important person who has passed away," the sorcerer explained.
"Okay, so you mean he must have someone truly special there," the King murmured, lost in thought, as the sorcerer respectfully lowered his head.
It's fascinating to think about this dreamland and the powerful connection it must have with the Prince.
The King, still unsatisfied, asked the sorcerer, "Is there any way we can bring him back?"
"As I mentioned before, your majesty, it is nearly impossible to bring him back. However, a significant event could potentially jolt him back to life," the sorcerer responded once again.
"Hmmm...you may leave," the King said to the sorcerer, rubbing his chin as he thought.
*****
Marcus stood there, completely captivated and bewildered by his surroundings. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was like he had stepped into a dream. The place was filled with an abundance of vibrant flowers, each blooming in a kaleidoscope of colors. The sunlight bathed everything in a warm, golden glow, enhancing the breathtaking beauty of the scene.
As Marcus continued to explore, his eyes were drawn to a figure in the distance. It was a woman, radiant and glowing. She stood with her back to him, dressed in a flowing white garment that shimmered and sparkled. Her long hair cascaded down her back, shining brighter than any precious metal. There was something ethereal about her, as if she carried a heavenly aura.
Marcus squinted his eyes, trying to see through the brilliance of the sight before him. And then, in a moment that took his breath away, the lady turned around. Their gazes locked, and Marcus couldn't believe what he saw.
"Mom?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and hope. Could it really be her? Was this some sort of miraculous reunion in this enchanting place?
The air was filled with anticipation as Marcus awaited her response, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
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