Antagonist Witch

Magic 8

A girl was running in fear, her face was very pias with chapped lips. His body was covered in wounds. His heart was racing, until he sometimes held his breath to keep him calm.

The bright twilight had turned into a blackish orange color. Grey smoke billowed, coalescing with black clouds full of magic sparks. It is like a parade of fireworks adorning the sky with hysterical cries and chanting spells under the sky.

A roar from a distance sounded terrifying. Like a melody of death that will take his life at any moment.

Blast blast from a distance not far from it makes it limp until plunged due to its vibration. He was scared, helpless. Just sobs full of fear. Suddenly a black clothed human figure floated above him. The face of the figure was not visible in the slightest. A second later, a scorpion-tailed dog-bodied creature walked slowly arrogantly and exuded a killing aura. He showed off his sharp teeth

“Please, don't kill me!” With a sigh the boy asked for their mercy. A second later, the monster pounced on the boy.

It made a young man fall into contact. His breathing was hunting, he coughed incessantly to the point of making his chest hurt.

“Your Majesty, don't do this!” said a man dressed in bodyguards embracing him and throwing a piece of cloth in the shape of a torn shirt full of blood.

“The thought he left behind was .. It was cruel, the monster and the figure killed him. That kid was a kid, George!” roaring pilu.

“There is nothing we can do, the city has been destroyed!”

“No! We can hunt him down and find out who he is and why the monster is with him? Immediately gather the elders, holy priests and wizards in the magic tower!” her word.

“Ready! Execute!” yell at the guard.

The young blond man was Azzimir Hector Giannes, Crown Prince of Campione Empire. He lay himself on the couch in his study, his head was dizzy and his body felt a little tired from having seen someone's memory. Azzimir had the gift of Memoirs from the gods, he was able to see the past of others as he wished.

The appearance of cursed objects and strange monsters made him sleep deprived and always forced his brain to spin. Ever since Azzimir ascended the throne, instead of the peaceful life that appeared in the empire, instead began to appear black wizards and hybrid monsters that were savage and sinister.

For this reason, he ordered the magic tower to investigate the matter. However, despite several days of meeting, he still did not get a satisfactory answer from where the cursed objects came from.

Three days passed since the last meeting was held, Azzimir was still trapped in the Magic Tower struggling with black magic problems. He had received a message from a level eight wizard working in the Department of History and Research of Cursed Objects.

While thinking like that, an owl came sneaking into his study from an open balcony. The bird immediately perched on the carved wood where the cloak hangs. With a letter at his feet, Azzimir hastily opened it.

‘Glory may always be bestowed on you, Your Highness the Crown Prince. I've come to tell you, if my daughter will pay a visit to the Magic Tower to ask for permission to work under you directly. He'll help with the Black Wizards and the cursed things. I hope you will give new knowledge to my troublemaker's daughter. Salutations. Flippo Bernard del Adelard.’

“Millard Baylor .. hmm?” Azzimir tried to remember the words of his subordinates while tapping his fingers on the table. “She said that Duke's daughter Adelard had a thought if the cursed things were sold on the black market or auction?” Azzimir chuckled.

“How can he think like that? It's interesting,” his murmur is still chuckling.

“George! George!” call him to the bodyguard outside his room. The guards came in and approached.

“Ya, Your Majesty,”

“Call Justin del Adelard!”

“Good, Your Highness.” George hurried to find the person in question.

Azzimir wrote a letter to Duke Adelard. After folding it up, he got up from his seat then came to the owl who was perching while closing his eyes. The Crown Prince slipped the letter at his feet and tied it up. The owl opened his eyes slowly. Azzimir then thrust his arm, so that the bird can move there. He moved as Azzimir had hoped. The copper-blonde man sauntered towards the balcony and flew the letter-bearer owl.

Azzimir raised his hands up to stretch his stiff muscles. He then held the edge of the fence while breathing fresh air and exhaling it. The Crown Prince raised his hand to shade his eyes looking at the warm shining sun today, he suddenly smiled. Azzimir is remembered for Abellona, a little girl with hair the color of wine that he had met several decades ago.

Tok tok tok tok

The sound of the door being knocked, without the owner of the room saying a word, someone appeared from behind it. Azzimir turned his head slightly, to see who had come.

The Crown Prince turned his body and leaned against the wall fence.

“Oh, Justin. I've been waiting for your arrival. Come here!” bring him.

Justin approached her. “What does His Majesty call Servant?” he said with a flat face.

“Hey, you don't have to be so stiff. We've agreed ‘kan to call a name if we're alone.” Azzimir slowly elbowed Justin's arm. However, he flinched.

“Ah, I know! You must have heard that your father asked me to hire your sister under me, right?” ask the Crown Prince, “what is it that pisses you off?”

Justin was silent. His face turned sour, but he tried to cover it up. He knew he couldn't hide anything from his best friend from his childhood.

“Force Servant, Servant does not dare His Majesty,”. His expression turned worried now.

“You know ‘kan my sister is like what? She is even ... famous in empire.” Justin said it hard, he took a deep breath.

Azzimir heard his words.

“Yes, your sister is very famous in the empire! Oh, I just remembered now! Abellona, daughter of del Adelard the charming and awesome troublemaker,” she said, “so no, her nickname?” He laughed again while patting his best friend's shoulder.

“Your Majesty!” lamented Justin limp to hear the call of his sister called by him.

“Sorry-sorry.” Azzimir still chuckled. He went from the balcony into his room again, then sat down on his elegant soft sofa.

“I don't think, how can, my father gave him permission to work with you ... help you?” Justin expressed his objection, “hah! Just be right!”

Justin followed him into the room, and Azzimir told him to sit down.

“Hey, Justin, he's the Great Sorcerer candidate. You can't forget that. Sooner or later, he must join the Magic Tower and the Sacred Temple to jointly guard this world as the next Great Sorcerer.”

Justin let out a long sigh again, as if he doubted his own skills and competence.

“You're right. And I didn't forget that. It's just ...” He hung his sentence.

“Only, you don't believe it, do you?”

Justin was speechless, Azzimir guessed right. It was like there was a gaping hole in his chest.

“Should have been, she had already joined the Magic Tower after graduating school. But ...”

“You're right, my sister is very late. Not like Lexie. He had even been joined into a level four wizard in the Department of Defense against the Dark Arts. He is also studying new magic in the Department of Research and Development of Contemporary Witchcraft. Can you imagine that?” Justin immediately felt annoyed at Abellona who had always been playing around.

“By the way, those damned things that Lexie found, Millard already researched it. As a result, you will definitely not believe.” Justin changed his seat. Eyes shiny.

“The objects are bewitched and smeared to absorb the positive energy of the owner. Long time positive energy is converted by the object into negative energy that infiltrates when they cast a summoning spell.”

“Caller spell? Meanin? I don't understand,” asked Azzimir digesting Justin's explanation.

“Look, so, when someone has that cursed thing and fights or say he casts a spell, - whatever the spell is - then it will react and absorb the positive energy of the spell. Imagine, if those who have these objects are warlocks, witch, enchanters, even shaman,” he explained.

Azzimir shuddered at Justin's absurd explanation. Inevitably, he also racked his brain to examine the problem of black magic that is frightening.