Legend Of The Young Warlock (LOTHYWAR)

eve me, Talia. Because eve

side with the brown horse with few laces of white stripes running throug

one hut whose company was the thick, dense forest. Which means, if a man sought to leave the land, he would walk past his hut, if such was

e of her persistent sickness, which had been declared by the king and his minions as contagious, the both of them co

ght nose, elegant lips and blue eyes like the deep of the sea and shiny black hair. His shoulders wide, muscles in the right places. His body, highly proportional. He caught the eyes of ladies, but he never had a thing for any. Though poor, his aura exuded ric

e, he learnt life the hard way. When he makes his decisions, he never backed down unt

e dog. I shouldn't go into the det

bridge of cedar woods built over a mire, which connected the fore

y to be scared, when we finish up with your tr

the constant swing in the mood of the hu

uld be a king and rule this land even have a love. The fool has no idea that c

runted and

I won't leav

he hut; from the bridge to th

e gods h

suddenly, hesitant to

t right. It seem

there and firstly tied Talia to a pole by the door, next to an open wooden box that

M

his mother lying unconsciously on the co

a, he

le. He knelt beside the body, and turned her over, holding

wak

n immediately, knocking the door off its last hinges, mak

ome of the herbs in the wo

d gi

spat on it. He squeezed with his right hand

his mother; her head now on one of his laps, his right h

lungs as he tilted her head down, her face up. And prog

her in his arms. He bore her to the only closer-to-

ere was a tall hollowed bucket covered with a folded

out a bowl which containe

this

her and walked b

your stea

ut. He picked up the small stool

and ea

er back pressed to the

rry, my

e, her black hair cascades to her waist, but now she wears it in plaits or rarely in braids, that's when the sickness didn't come back for a

had it or not. So, I tried out the forbidden. Forgive me. You shouldn't get back from the hard

that matters is t

wrinkled face. If twasn't for the sickness, she

to be there... no one can tend to the royal horses like you. Not even the son of the cunny g

his hea

on't

ed. She coughe

e of your dy

itted a tra

think the

and towards their hut. Kie stood up as his mother made an attempt. Both eyes glued to t

ould ask a thing, her shaky

er was killed last night. He was kille

in bed as K

lene killed him. Only a

to pace t

s constant attack. But doing this, killing my uncle, is but a step

terday, bursted open. He walked to an end of the room where several stuff were packed. H

're no match for Wealene. I know hi

e bed until she was on her feet. T

ve with that obnoxious king! You hav

and put u

ou're about to see w

h his mother and the lady. The lady knew too well not to d

t of the hut

al

as he made to climb on the horse, he heard

y a trick

walking out. The fellow was breathing heavily, his right ha

a change

are

and lifted him up. Then h

al

alle