“What was that?” Bart screamed, as the castle rocked from the explosion. He turned to Dreyden, grabbing his jacket, shaking him. “You have to stop them!”
“Let me go,” Dreyden ordered, pushing his hands off him.
“You have to do what I say!” Bart ordered.
“I don’t have to do anything,” Dreyden stated.
“Yes you do, I am your King.”
“You aren’t my King,” Dreyden told him, as he moved to walk away.
“They are trying to steal my crown!” Bart ranted. “Nobody is going to steal what is rightfully mine.” Bart’s face contorted with rage, as he beat against Dreyden’s back. “You must stop them!” He pulled his father’s sword, and swung it at Dreyden’s retreating back.
The pain of the flat edge of the sword slapping into his back made Dreyden see red, and his entire demeanor changed in an instant. Whirling to confront the wailing Bart, he lifted his hands and let out a roar, as he grabbed onto the sparking bit of power that he could see floating around from misfiring ley lines.
Bart stood panting from the small exertion that attacking Dreyden had taken, and held the sword in front of him, thinking that Dreyden would be terrified of him. He had always backed down in the past, and in Bart’s mind, that meant that Dreyden was weaker than he, and therefore should do as he was ordered.
The blast threw Bart off his feet and across the room, the sword clattering to the floor, as he ended up stunned, sitting on his precious throne, but that didn’t stop Dreyden, who let his anger reign. The energy bolts flew, and Bart moved quickly, cowering behind the throne, as he watched the destruction that Dreyden created.
Then Dreyden gasped, clutching at his chest, as if his heart was going to pop right out of his body. His head swiveled, his eyes blazing with fury. He could feel it. The grimoire, for which he had spent four years in this hell, was alive. He could almost taste it, it was so real, and he could feel it reaching out to someone else. He couldn’t have that, it was his, and nobody was going to take it from him.
Looking at the cowering Bart, he snorted with disgust, then turned and strode away, his purpose for being here was near an end, and he shimmered, disappearing into the ether, leaving the shaking Bart screaming for his guards.