The Power of Choice
She walked into the tent with a knowing glance. There he was beneath the blanket, waiting. But who was he waiting for?
He looked surprised to see her there, and he was scared. Try as he might, no matter how often he tried to evade her evil intents, she found him. What was he to do?
She was confident in her stance. The magic amulet she wore around her neck ensured she would have the power, not him. It was a time of reckoning. And this time, she would be victorious.
He was the king. He was the one who ruled the land. How did he let go this far? It was a little dalliance, as men of rank always have. The queen was not to know about it, and even if she did, it would be accepted for what it was. That was the way of the land. Little did he know the power and evil intent that this sorceress had. When the king discovered who she was, it was too late. She had already begun her spell.
Once the deed was accomplished, the witch knew that the kingdom would be hers to rule. Getting rid of the queen would be easy, and there were no heirs. The witch raised her wrinkled hands slowly and pointed one finger at the king. With a look of pure evil, she began to chant the spell that would kill the king.
The king covered himself up as well as he could. Fear was in his eyes, and dread filled his heart. He tried to close his eyes but couldn’t; they remained transfixed on the hand pointing at him.
To this bed…where you do lie
I call the spirit…that will make you die
With this last word, shall it be true
A realm for me, and death to…
Before she uttered the last word, there was a movement behind her that she did not see. The queen, who was not as naive as one would believe, standing behind the sorceress, thrust her hand on the chain around the sorceress’s neck and pulled it over the witch’s head. The queen put the amulet around her own neck, pointed her finger at the witch, and said the last word, “YOU!”
There was a scream, a crackling sound, and a flash of light as the evil sorceress collapsed and then disappeared, leaving only her clothes devoid of flesh and bone coated with ashes on the floor.
To say that the king and queen lived happily ever after. Well, I can’t attest to that. Suffice it to say that the king became much more devoted to his queen. After all, she had the amulet.
