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Chapter 7

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Meanwhile in the darkest part of the kingdom, Daniel's uncle,

the King's step brother, was building an army to conquer the King's lands and take what wasn't his in right. Igor, the king's step brother, was living on the outskirts of the kingdom in a fortified citadel which took him ten years to complete. Well, he didn’t built it himself, but his small group of trusted men who joined him after he was banned by the king to live on the outskirts of the kingdom. King John, Daniel's father, had exiled Igor after he tried to assassinate him one night after a party. It's true that they were all drunk but Igor showed his real feelings then and his wish to take over the kingdom. So John instead of locking him up in the dungeons decided to exile him and never let him come back. But this didn’t stop Igor from getting news of his brother and building himself a small but loyal army. Igor's henchman, his most trusted advisor, was an old crone, a witch as old as time itself but who knew lots of stuff and who could do more than his entire little army could. The old witch, Margo, was a solitary character who lived in a tower of the citadel where she brewed potions of all sorts and tried old and new spells. Igor was the only one who dared approach her. He was the only one who wasn't afraid of the old witch. He had nothing more to lose but he could gain everything with her help. She could be his ticket back to the kingdom as the ruler of it. She kept promising him she would find a way to put him on the throne but as the years went by, he was losing his patience. Everything he had tried had been a total failure. Until one day when Margo sent her magic raven to him which meant that she

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wanted to talk to him. Igor saw the black raven circling him and with hope and curiosity he climbed the steps two at a time to get to Margo faster. The old witch hadn't summoned him in ages, it was always him who went to her and asked her if she had any new plan in mind. But this time she had called him. Which could mean only one thing: she had a plan!! Igor barged in her chamber without even knocking, which angered her a little.

“What is it, witch? Do you have a plan!?”, Igor asked anxiously.

“Yesss, I might have…”, the old witch hissed between her teeth. “Well, spit it out already, you know I hate it when you keep me waiting!”

“Patience, young Prince… it may not be that easy…”

“Patience is a virtue I don’t have!” and Igor felt his blood boiling in him. He went to Margo and grabbed her by her old wrinkled neck with a single hand and raised her in the air menacingly. But instead of scaring her, he only made her laugh at him. Her laugh was so high-pitched that he couldn’t take it anymore and let her down while trying to recompose himself. “Asss far as I can see, intelligence isn't one of your strong points, eitherrr….”, she hissed between her teeth, mocking him. His eyes almost turned red with anger, but he managed to calm himself. Then, trying to fix things, he addressed her again. “I’m sorry, Margo! But you know I hate it when you play games with me. Could you please tell me what you had in mind?”

“Surrrre”, Margo said while examining him from head to foot, as if trying to decide if he was up to the task or not. After what

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seemed ages, she finally went on as he managed to refrain himself from interrupting her again.

“There is a legend…of a magic ring. The legend says that whoever wears it becomes invincible. All his sssenses are taken to another level… The wearer of the ring receives the ssskills of all the wearers before him. He becomes a warrior machine, a master of all the weapons known to man. That is what you need to defeat king John…”

“How come you never mentioned this ring before? Are you making all these up? If you are, I'll hang you myself…”

“Do you want to rule overrr the kingdom or not?”

“You know I do!”, Igor answered without a moment's hesitation.

“Then listen carefully… the ring was hidden, protected by a magic spell. But now someone has found it and taken it outside its box. Now I can finally trace it…”

“Who has it? Tell me, witch!”

“A girl….an orphan girrrl….”