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Nefaliem are considered
formidable?” Volvomich questions.
    The King is
silent for a moment than says: “No.”
    Volvomich is
silent, my queue to explain, “We are able to sense energy levels as
we are made of ancient energetic magic. Something we often refer to
as energetic majic . It’s the existence or life force of an
individual or an inanimate object. Depending on whether it’s living
or inanimate will determine its initial energy level. A living
person will have a higher energy level than say a rock.”
    “How can you
sense a rock? It’s not alive.” the King smartly inquires.
    “Like I said
the initial energy level. It will be there in the background but
not as a presence but as an actual presence of an animal or in this
case a Spartan man .” I stare in the direction I sense the
presence of a man. Within a split second something separates from
the unidentified man and flies towards us. I’m quick to step in
front of the King and deflect it with my blade. Something I realise
is a throwing knife. The knife sticks into the ground and I glare
at the darkness. I sense several more knives are tossed towards me,
using my short blade I deflect them all. I feel Volvomich sprint
towards the shadows. With his super speed he’d be more than able to
catch whoever is causing so much problems in seconds he disappears
but I hear everything that follows after.
    The sound of a
body is smashed against the bark of a tree. A gasp escapes the lips
of the stranger and I hear Volvomich growl-like a dragon. He’s
pissed and the enemy knows it. “Who are you?” Volovmich darkly
answers.
    There’s
silence.
    “Don’t make me
ask again. I’m a very impatient man.” Volvomich warns and I
feel the King shift behind me.
    “What’s going
on?” he asks.
    I hear the
sudden sound of tearing flesh. Than the agonising scream of the
man. Volvomich must have harmed him somehow. “Are you going to
answer the question or should I tear off another finger?”
    “Trust me. You
don’t want to know.” I reply. The King falls silent and I hear
another voice.
    “Father?” I’m
quick to scan the shadows and notice the King runs to his son who
appears to be around my age. “Why are you out here?”
    “Jaheem, I need
you to return to the tent.”
    “But—” the son
begins. In the background of their conversation I hear everything
Volvomich is doing and everything the stranger is spilling. I
already feel sorry for him. I know for a fact he hasn’t just lost a
finger but several. That thought alone makes my stomach queasy.
    “It’s not safe
here, your highness.” I declare with utter concern. If there is a
man several feet away with an agenda to assassinate the king than
my fears for the prince would be correct.
    “But why is my
father here?” the Prince asks.
    “Son you
mustn’t be here.” King Eurotas hushes. I nod my head. He really
shouldn’t be here. The royals shouldn’t even be in the same
company. It’s true. The royal family is considered to be a priority
target by many. Many have already attempted to assassinate
them—explaining why the members of the royal house must have their
own knight. Someone who I’m certain is dead and if so who will be
there to protect this family?

 
6
The Dark
Cartel
     
    “I know father
but I came to make sure no harm has come to you.” Jaheem announces
and I can’t help but awe at the sight. Both males regard me with a
risen brow.
    “What it’s a
sweet sight,” I utter than I notice a loud snapping sound. Using my
super speed, I grasp the King and the Prince before swinging around
a boulder and forcing them to the ground. Wind blows around us and
I hear several trees fall over before snapping. I feel something
collide with the boulder we hide behind. Something flies through
and the next thing I notice, Volvomich is unconscious several feet
behind me.
    “Stay down.” I
order. The King and the Prince nod in union and I take off to
Volvomich. I notice he’s face is a little