His Tutor

"Burn her!"

"Haha, not so bold now, are you?!"

"Burn down that ungrateful witch!"

"Yeah!"

Noises and whispers surrounded the bleeding blonde woman tied up to a long wooden stake in her light nightdress, bringing her consciousness back alive. Her tired hazel eyes fell open, and the gathering of pitiful, scornful, and excited gazes placed upon her in the dark night made her scoff.

"Take that!" someone yelled and yet again another stone hit the side of her head.

She let out a tired exhale as she no longer had the strength to pinpoint her new bleeding spot. Suddenly, the noises around her died down and her face pulled up a glare as the cause of her misery gallantly walked down the castle ground. The high class gathering cleared a straight path to her and he walked up to her front, his royal cape falling behind him with two others following.

"Don't you just look miserable up there," he clicked his tongue as he came to a stop in front of her. She held her glare at him and he exhaled before lowering his voice for just two of them to pick on "We could've avoided this if you had just told the truth. You still have a chance, tell us where you hid the..."

His words immediately got stopped but the bloody spitthrow that met his face.

"Your Majesty!"

The two behind him drew their sword, but all it took was the raise of his hand to calm them down. She watched him calmly swipe her spit off his face and it became his turn to glare up at her.

"You mad dog," her tired voice finally spoke "You think I don't know what your plan is? Or what you would do to the others after you kill me?"

"If you know that then why act so stubborn?"

"Because I do not wish for such power to end up in the hands of a degenerate animal like you. And I know the others wish the same."

He went quiet for a minute, then a big laughter left his mouth, he laughed out so loud that the sound of his voice echoed the castle. Then for a moment, she saw his face hold a look that mirrored his monstrous heart. He stepped even closer to her and stared her deep in the eyes, his gaze showing no mercy.

"Samantha... I wasn't planning to go this far, but till the end you show me no respect." he stepped back and ordered loudly "Bring them here!"

Samantha's eyes questioned his order and nothing happened for a while, until she picked up the sounds of cries and mumbling getting closer to the open ground. The group of families pushed forward made her eyes widen and her stomach clenched up.

"Mama." her shaky whisper left her lips as she watched her family and everyone ever related to her brought down to their knees.

"Listen to me!" the lord called out to the crowd "This witch has betrayed the trust of the Dragneal's, royal holders of the dragon's seal! Tonight..." he spared Samantha a glance as he pulled out his sword, her eyes widened at his act and before she could lift a finger to stop whatever he had in mind, he looked away and started to walk up to her mom. "let this serve as a warning to all!"

"No... Fred no!"

"Samantha!!" her mom cried out.

Under the full moon, between man, moon, and all things of nature present, he brought down his sword on her in one swoop.

The courtyard fell silent after the gasp of the crowd and Fred stepped away. With no sign of remorse in his eyes, he pointed his sword at the rest of the crowd now crying for their lost one and he gave his last order.

"Kill them all!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"No!"

"Please spare us! Your Majesty... ah!"

"No, stop it! Fred! AHH!!" Samantha screamed out in tears as she struggled to let loose from the ropes "Pleasee!" she cried.

But she wasn't heard.

Or more like she was ignored, her screams and tears meant nothing to him. And just like that, he ended a bloodline of generations. Samantha's head fell as she cried out into the bloody night, her hoarse voice screaming out.

"YOU BASTARD! MURDERER! CURSE YOU! CURSE YOU, YOU MONSTER!"

"You should've tried speaking up like this a little earlier," Fred walked up to her. "Like I said, things could've ended up differently. Are you ready to talk now?"

Samantha's teary eyes came up to meet his in a glare, she clenched her tied up fist and her hard breathing became the last thing she was aware of.

"I only have one thing to say to you, hear me loud and clear Dragneal," her voice held pain "Your bloodline has caused a lot so much pain, there has been no worth in the existence of this bloodline and there still isn't even as you stand in front of me. I curse you, Dragneal."

Fred scoffed "I'm not scared of your curse, did you think I'm not aware you're only half witch. You can't even cast a magic trick to save yourself, so what makes you think..."