The Seventh Son

CRUSHING

“The flute of a sleeping monster was a weapon fashioned to tame dragons by the greatest sorcerer that ever lived,” Clarris broke the silence. “Once you sleep only a kiss of life would awaken you,” she added

But Omen ignored her and kept chewing on the meat like his life depended on it. “Are you seriously kidding me?” Clarris asked

“Are thou hungry?” Omen asked

“Did you hear what I just said?”

“Thought thou wanted me dead, '' Omen replied. “Why doth thou care now?”

Clarris was quiet, she wasn't sure what she was doing but her blood was boring so she avoided the question and asked, “was Darrell with Cleselda?”

“Is he thy lover?” 

Clarris almost chocked on her saliva, what a stupid question she thought to herself and ignored his question

“I be curious all these centuries with Darrell and thou two ne'r didst it?” Omen added

“Cleselda is outside, and they are ten steps ahead of you and you are here asking me if I ever did it with Darrell. How do you even know about s*x?? You are just a toddler!” Clarris yelled.

Omen got up very furiously, it irritated him Everytime Clarris referred to him as a toddler. “I shall get thy body and see if I'm a toddler?”

“No no I was just joking, you are a man, wait a minute.You Know where my body is?” Clarris asked.

In the library the brothers were hopeless, they had searched almost all the books about the Flute of the sleeping monster but to no avail. Every time there was hope something or someone came and took it. They could clearly hear the flute playing outside and Omen remaining in human form was weakening the Barrier outside. And if he shapeshifted he would fall into everlasting sleep and if he escaped away from  Ergad the castle would sink into hell. Every option seemed doomed.

“Maybe he can carry the all of us and fly off,” Lotus suggested 

“No we would weigh him down and he would fall asleep,” Nephius replied

“What is his ability in human form?” Daniel asked

“Apart from looking handsome like me I do not think he has one and if he did, it would either be a fire, water, air or earth whilrder,” Lotus replied.

“He shape shifts, that's an ability on its own,” Barrick reminded them.

“Mother say something,” Marcus urged. They all set their eyes on Rachel who had been quiet since Omen told her off.

“I don't know, I have no idea,” Rachel replied. Her sons knew that what Omen had told her was eating her up.

Outside the Barrier Cleselda was all excited. Getting hold of the flute of sleeping beauty was not easy but the sacrifice was worth it. All they had to do was keep it playing until the barrier collapsed or Omen fell asleep. “How long do we have?” A very impatient emperor asked

“Soon my emperor, soon just be patient,” Cleselda replied. “just make sure your men keep playing the flute non stop.”

“Fine, we are camping here!” the emperor ordered and his knights began setting up camp.

In Deadman's forest Darrell sat on elder Lee's tree drinking as usual. He knew Clarris wasn't dead because he was still immortal but kept it from the old man. Who was also running impatient because the curse was not lifted. To make it worse, he and Darrell had to watch Emperor Marcelo March past his tree with thousands of Dark Nights.

“You have to shapeshift into one of those Dark Nights and find out what Cleselda is planning with the emperor,” the old man suggested.

“Old man I'm already out of this curse I'm tired, with Clarris gone I plan to head south and start a new life,” Darrell replied.

“You can not leave with the curse?”

“Clarris was the one holding me, the curse will break wherever it will find me,” Darrell replied. But before Elder Lee could reply Princess Elsa came crashing down on Darrell. She had just escaped from the palace and needed to hide before the knight after her caught up.

“For fake sake!” Darrell Shouted but when he looked up he recognized the beauty on top of him. “please hide me," Princes Elsa cried out.

In the Dungeon Omen was busy putting Clarris's hair in order as usual, something about her hair fascinated him and he was enjoying the fact that it pissed her Everytime he touched her hair.

“Stupid witch Cleselda is finishing you off outside but you are busy combing my hair!”

“I defeated thou because while i was sleeping and relaxing thou were having sleepless nights moving mountains and killing innocent people,” Omen mocked further infuriating Clarris.

He waved his hands and the dungeon transformed into a garden of roses. “begin schooling me english,” he added.

Clarris felt her head spinning now she was certain that she was dealing with a lunatic. There was no way someone whose life was hanging by a thread would use their last energy to create flowers and demand for an English lesson.

She simply closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. 

“I shall kill cleselda for thou,” Omen stated which forced Clarris to open her eyes.

“I will kill her myself then come for you?” she replied.

“Me thought thou wanted to die?” Omen asked confused.

“It's obvious you are not Killing me because you have a crush on me,” Clarris said laughing “how I would love to see Both stupid Rachel and Jerald's faces when they find out the thing they thought would kill me and end the curse did the opposite and fell in love with me.”

Omen chuckled “Never flatter yourself I be keeping thou alive as punishment,”

Clarris laughed out loud, “poor boy he is in love and has no idea??? When did you start having those feelings??”

Omen ignored her and asked “What were thou doing with mine father's sons that thou were claiming for centuries?”

“Why don't you release me and find out what I will do to you and your brothers. Now quit this rubbish and do something about that stupid witch outside!” Clarris yelled on top of her voice.