CHAPTER ONE
THE SQUIRE OF THE KING
Rain was pouring late at night in Northern.
When in the mega enormous, mesmerized, luxurious marble stone palace, a woman came in front of her European husband in their chamber with a child in her arms.
She was sweaty and trembling as she got closer because her clothes were drenched in cold rainwater.
That was not a reason she was shuttering.
“Please, I am pleading with you. And do not send him away into the cold, pouring rain. My lovely husband. I know that you are compassionate. And that is why I chose you.” She begged.
“Right, right. Neither am I cruel to cast the innocent child away, but we do not even know where he came from. Still, are you doing this because—no offense, because he has the same color as your skin?” He chuckled.
“And your favorite color is chocolate.” She laughed.
“Exactly. And he is going to be the cutest son I ever had. Have you thought of the name?” He asked.
“Mvuela Cornerstones. That’s what my parents named me.” Numbers yawned.
“My, Jesus. The boy can speak? And he had my last name.” He gasped.
“This is surely a coincidence. Um, welcome to the Numbers family. But since your first name is hard to pronounce.” She laughed.
“Would you like to be named Isaiah MC Numbers as your full name?” Noah asked.
Isaiah did not respond because he was sound asleep, but both couples were out laughing with joy.
He was only four years old, clothed in a lion-colored African outfit design, and bear feet, and his favorite color horse is white.
Black not so much.
After that, he woke up with a silent groaning, but he found himself in the king-size chamber while he panted heavily.
It has been four days have passed since Magdalena and Noah adopted him.
His little sister, Noah’s and Magdalena’s daughter, walked in.
“Morning Dawna. And how are you doing?” Isaiah asked.
“Morning back to you, brother. Surely things are fine.” Dawna answered.
“Um, my parents told me that we are not biologically related.” She continued.
“Classic. And you finally know the truth, but what about it?” Isaiah chuckled.
“I am still your sister. Besides, I am going to protect you from the overrating that people call love.” Dawna scoffed.
“And I will too, but is that the only thing that brings you here? Or is there something else?” Isaiah asked.
“Morning, Isaiah, my son. The thing is that your father is waiting for you outside. And he wanted you to show him how skillful you have become. Remember to control yourself over what you are, for it is going to be your downfall.” Magdalena interrupted.
“Morning mama. Still, you both know that I dislike fighting. And I do not want to be an experienced swordsman. I am fine the way I am.” Isaac said.
Isaiah came out of the warmth of his blankets.
He was wearing the thickest long-sleeve white sweater, putting on his grey coat mixed with gold, jeans, and chestnut boots.
“A moment, my son. And find this golden hand band at the place where you were four decades ago,” Magdalena answered.
“Jesus, you are the best, mama. Besides, you are my mother now, so do not stress yourself about looking for my origin. Still, all I want most is to risk into an unknown quest out of my comfort zone!” Isaiah continued.
Isaiah rushed out of his mother’s and sister’s sight.
“Mama, Isaiah, is the cutest boy ever.” Dawna inhaled.
“Dawna Judea Numbers!” Magdalena shouted.
“Mama, it is the truth. Neither can I hold my—!” Dawna paused.
“Have you told him how you feel? And do you want him to be taken by another girl?” Magdalena asked.
“Not even close. I want him to myself but do the two of you support this relationship between siblings?” Dawna swallowed.
“Dawna, my girl. Both of your parents. I mean Isaac and you know that you have passionate feelings for each other. Besides, we raised you from your childhood always to your teen years. And Isaiah is twenty and you are sixteen. We have noticed, my child. Apart from that, your fifty-fifth grandfather wants to meet you.” Magdalena answered.
“For real this time? I mean you are not joking?” Dawna blinked.
“Nope. And please come on. We cannot keep him waiting!” Magdalena laughed.
Both girls rushed out of Isaiah’s chamber, into the hallways, and on their way to the throne room.
Outside Isaiah was walking toward his father, wearing a red-thickest-long sweater, khaki pants, and army boots.
“My boy, Isaiah. and I am glad that you have accepted my summoned.” Noah answered.
“Morning to you Papa. And you know how I hate swordsmen dueling—!” Isaiah whined.
His father threw a sword at him that almost slashed his hand off while he yelped in fear.
“Papa, please be careful!” Isaiah yelled.
“Nice reflecting, my boy. And I know that you are a natural learner.” Noah laughed.
When Isaiah was about to pick up the two-edged sword, Noah charged after him and almost stabbed him.
He ducked by backflipping, picking up the sword, and blocking the attack.
After that, he falls flat while his head is buried in the sand over and over.
“Nice one, my friend. And you had to fight like a man, so stand up! And I know you are uncomforted, shedding the blood of anyone, but you need this!” Noah ordered.
Isaiah stood back on his feet, but his father pounced on him.
Their swords clashed into each other; but, Noah got the upper hand and knocked him to the ground.
“My, my, my good Jesus, so much of that King’s favorite. He is not even good at sword dueling.” One guard snickered.
“Ignore them and focus, my son. And about that, I told my daughter that you are not related. I mean, she has an unconditional love for you. As she told you that?” Noah asked.
“No, she has not. Still, I consider her as my little sister, not a love interest. Neither will that going to happen.” Isaiah responded.
“But you are not related. Please reconsider.” Noah begged.
“My answer is still no. This is surely forbidden love among siblings! And I am out of this place because I am not going to stay here to listen to this. Even so, I see Dawna as the little sister I ever had. Nothing more.” Isaiah whispered.
Isaiah overheard Noah grunting in devastation, but he ran away from him before another word would come out of his mouth.
“My lord, pardon me for asking. Are you considering that weakening outsider, has a member of the swordsmen? He is not even noble!” The second guard laughed.
“And do the king pay you to make a mockery of my son’s weakness or being an outsider? Apart from that, may I remind you that Isaiah is the king’s favorite. I mean the squire of the king. Even so, you know that if you dare him, what is going to become of you—?” Noah said.
“Forgive us, my lord. We were only suggesting.” Both guards gulped.
“Keep that thought to yourselves, boys!” Noah scolded.
Noah walked away towards the throne room because he wanted to witness what the king was going to say to his daughter.
Isaiah lies down in a mesmerizing green meadow.
Northern is engulfed in the most enchanting, breathtaking, and mesmerizing essential kingdom in England.
Its enormous mega palace is structured in luxurious white marble on a ginormous mountaintop.
CHAPTER TWO
CHAOS AMIDST BRETHREN
Dawna and her mother find themselves in the enormous throne room with many other important new and old guests.
All eyes were looking at him, including Magdalena’s worst nightmare, little cousin Cornelius Cornerstones.
Dawna was shaky but her father came straight in where he held her hand to comfort her.
“Dawna, my precious girl. And would you mind telling me how your brother is doing?” Nebuchadnezzar asked.
“My dearest brother is fine. And I hope this is not why I am here, isn’t it?” Dawna asked.
“My princess, morning. And I was wondering if I could discuss it with you. I mean, about us.” The boy asked.
“Wait, what? Seriously, Nicole, about us? And what do you want us to talk about?” Dawna answered.
“Friendship. And marriage in mind in the future!” Nicole chuckled nervously.
“Marriage in mind in the future. And I am only sixteen. Besides, my heart belonged to a certain someone.” Dawna answered.
“And did you confess to him about your feelings?” Nebuchadnezzar urged.
“Not even close, Papa. Dawna replied. Well, you must do it quickly. Or else you will find yourself in an untangle love situation.” He continued.
“Papa. As I said, my heart already decided who I always wanted to spend my future with.” Dawna insisted.
‘Mind if I ask you who is this lucky boy? And because I care so much about you." Nicole urged.
“If you want to know, is the boy you usually make fun of, and mock. Does that answer your curiosity?” Dawna asked.
“I beg your pardon. Are you suggesting your biological older brother? And for crying aloud, he is older than both of us.” Nicole inhaled.
“That is correct, Nicole. Neither are we related at all. And thank you very much for telling me how you feel. I know that we are close friends, but I do not see you as my love interest. Papa, is this the reason I am here?” Dawna asked.
“Not at all. And would you please kneel, my child?” Nebuchadnezzar pleaded.
“My majesty, you cannot be serious! And she is a girl. Are you going to Crown a girl as a ruler to sit on that throne?” Nicole’s father asked.
“Right, Juda the Bass! After all, I am the king of the Northern, aren’t I?” Nebuchadnezzar urged.
“Grandfather, this is an outrage! Are you out of your mind allowing a girl to sit on that throne? I mean, instead of your fifty-fourth male grandchild? And you are bringing chaos amidst brethren!” Cornelius interrupted.
“Please, Cornelius, are you suggesting Balak? Don’t make me laugh. And my answer is never, I am not going to allow that arrogant son of yours as a Crowned Prince of Northern. As long as I live, I will never crown him king!” Nebuchadnezzar roared.
“And did you see what you have caused, you this black witch? Have brought division into our family from the beginning, you are a bad humid!” Cornelius shouted.
“My, my, I am sorry to have rubbed you the wrong side, Cornelius, but a casting stone has become what God had found favor. And he had to remember my cry, with my prayer, “Magdalene laughed.
“Even your dear mother was nothing but the commoner slave, but my dear cousin to defile her, and we had a bastard like you.” Cornelius mocked.
“I beg your pardon. How dare you, Cornelius? How dare you spit that abomination out of your mouth? And in my presence!” Nebuchadnezzar scalded.
“Please calm yourself down, Papa. And would you tell me what you are going to do Cornelius? Besides, we both know that after my father found out that my mama was a slave with a child, he married her without a second thought. And would you mind telling me about where your father is? Apart from that, Herodias, my aunt never told us about your father. Or to our grandpapa in front of us, so who is the bastard in our midst?” Magdalena asked.
“Excellent, my girl. And I Nebuchadnezzar, with the power vest on me as the regnant, crowned you, Dawna Cornerstones, Princess of Northern. and its future queen!” He announced.
Everyone applauded, shouted, and cheered for Dawna, but Cornelius was enough.
He unleashed his two-edged sword to slay Dawna, but Magdalena somersaulted and tripped her little cousin.
Cornelius went crashing hard on the floor while testing his blood.
At that moment, the guards got their hands on him.
“Take him away out of my presence. And locked him in the deepest, darkest dungeon. I suppose a serpent will always be got a serpent. Get him out of my sight!” Nebuchadnezzar ordered.
“This is not over, grandfather. And you just wait you will feel Balak’s rage!” Cornelius cackled insanely.
“Out of my presence!” Nebuchadnezzar shouted.
Cornelius was dragged away from the throne room and out of everybody’s sight.
“Dawna, my child, are you hurt? Is everything intact?” Noah inhaled.
“I am fine Papa. I am sure that I should tell Isaiah about the good news--!” Dawna paused.
“Hold on, my girl. Now you are being crowned Princess of Northern, you are in life-threatening danger. Trust no one. And Magdalena my girl, are you hurt?” Nebuchadnezzar asked.
“I am fine. Besides, you have been crowned as our future queen, and all my family is in grave danger. I mean just like your papa said. Must go out into the mesmerized meadow with caution. I mean both of you.” Magdalena answered.
“Wise word coming from your mother, my child. And you will tell your brother when he returns home. I can see Noah here but where is that favorite child of mine? Nebuchadnezzar blinked.
“On the middle as usual papa,” Dawna giggled.
“Perfect. Caleb, my boy!” Nebuchadnezzar called.
“My majesty, I am listening carefully. Caleb responded. Would you call Isaiah for me, please?” He begged.
Caleb was out of everyone’s presence. Out of the open field of the meadow, Isaiah lay in silence while bathing in the warm sun and refreshing air.
At a few distances, Isaiah saw a cloud of birds which were Eagles.
“Classic. And this is weird, since when did the Eagles start to fly in swarms?" Isaiah blinked.
Then suddenly, Isaiah began hearing unbearable voices of many waters and thunders.
“It is coming. It is coming to the Northern. Forces of evil are on the arisen. And you have been found favor. Beware! Beware, chosen of the Living God Almighty of all!” Whispered the voices.
“Chosen, what do you mean by that? Who is coming? And who are you? If it is our old enemy, I rebuke you in the name of Jesus! Isaiah shouted.
Everything went to silence. After that, Isaiah felt a tap on his shoulder which caused him to come to his senses.
Isaiah finds out to be other than the guard that made him do something unimaginable that he had never done in his life.
CHAPTER THREE
BITTERNESS FOR THE BLACKS
Isaiah’s something unimaginable that he had never done in his life; was overseeing his guard being flung hard on the green pasture.
Even worse, seeing him rolling down the meadow hill.
Isaiah gets back on my feet while toward the royal guard. He was screaming in his name in fear.
He reached him in time as Gideon both burst out laughing hard.
“Enough for fun, Gideon. And for crying aloud, you are freaking me out! Besides, are you hurt, or worse?” Isaiah asked.
“Jesus, my God. That was quite a surprise to me. Neither do I have any idea that you have such a power in you!” Gideon laughed.
“This is not a joke, Gideon! And anyway morning, my friend.” Isaiah asked.
“Did you just call me your friend, my lord? Me, a friend to a nobleman?” Gideon blinked.
“Classic. And is there a problem with a nobleman being friends with a royal guard?” Isaiah urged.
“My Jesus. I admit that you will make the greatest king. And it is excellent that our Princess chooses the right man for her future.” Gideon answered.
“Why does everyone keep saying Dawna is my love interest? Still, I only see her as a sister.” Isaiah yelped.
“Wait, let me think. First, you are not biologically related. Second, you have feelings for her, but you cannot see it!” Gideon teased.
“Quiet you, please. And I do not have any feelings for my little sister!” Isaiah shouted.
“Sure, that is what everyone says, but later they found out to be in love with the same thing they denied. Apart from that, the king wants to see you.” Gideon replied.
Later, Isaiah and Gideon found themselves in the enormous throne room where he meant his family.
“Mama, Dawna, and even Papa. And what is going on Papa, did someone die?” Isaiah asked.
“Not even close, you dimwit! And it is very disgusting for siblings to be in a relationship.” Nicole roared.
“And what is wrong with him? Temper, temper Nicole. No wonder my little sister is not interested in you. Ouch, that must hurt. He only treats you as a friend, nothing else? My, my, it is such a heartache.” Isaiah mocked.
“What was that, nobody? Want to have a piece of—?” Nicole paused.
“Sit down, boy. And you are embarrassing me! Mercy, my majesty.” She apologized.
“Sheba, Jude, takes control of your son. Or else his head would roll for calling my grandchild names. Is nobility though my blood does not run is in veins.” Nebuchadnezzar boomed.
“Understood, my Leigh. Again mercy. And sit down, Nicole!” Jude roared.
“Forget about him, Papa. Nicole is just a boy who has no sense of respect for his elders. So, would I know why I was summoned?” Isaiah urged.
“I was wondering if you would like to join a swordsman competition. I mean, about right now. Two more for nearby kingdoms have been chosen. Added three others whom I was hoping to come, but no answer has come from them.” Nebuchadnezzar asked.
“No way! Me, a swordsman? This is not happening! Mama, is this the truth?” Isaiah blinked.
“Right, you are. And you see, Papa, that is what Isaiah wanted all along. His dream is to become the greatest swordsman.” Magdalena answered.
Isaiah overheard Nicole snickering in laughter, but he ignored him.
“Um, my good Jesus. And what are we waiting for? We cannot keep everyone waiting!” Nebuchadnezzar said.
Moments later, they all found themselves in the competition arena. When Isaiah’s grandfather was about to announce the competitors, hands began popping out of the earth.
They were all in noir armor, and they unleashed their two-edged swords.
“My Jesus! And where did they come from? Caleb! Guards take everyone out of here!” Nebuchadnezzar commended.
Caleb and the rest of the swordsmen unsheathed their swords against another threat.
All the swordsmen engaged in a swords duel with the swordsmen in black.
“Isaiah! Everyone gets out of this place now! Run for your lives!” Caleb shouted.
“But Caleb—?” Isaiah paused.
“Get out of here now, Isaiah! And do not argue because you are not good at sword fighting. Watch out!” Caleb paused.
After Isaiah dodged, the swords struck that almost beheaded him and flung the swordsman that attacked him into a nearby pole.
Isaiah backflipped, picked up the sword, and threw t straight at his target.
He was hoping the double-edged weapon would miss his opponent, but it penetrated his forehead.
Isaiah’s swordsman exploded to ashes, but Caleb stabbed one of them multiple times, but, nothing happened.
“Take this Caleb. And make sure you are alive. Or else I will not forgive you if you are dead!” Isaiah warned.
All four of them ran away, but more swordsmen kept emerging from the earth.
Caleb and the other swordsman were roundabout and murdered in cold blood.
After that, Isaiah’s fifty-five grandfather, his Mama, and his Papa were captured.
We watch them be forced on their knees in front of Balak.
“My, my, I should know that it was Balak!” Noah scoffed.
“Excellent. But it is good—!” Balak paused.
When he touched the siblings’ father’s forehead, they watched him burn to ashes.
Noah. No!!” Magdalena screamed.
“Silence, you unrighteous incompetent! And it is your fault that my grandfather chose my little cousin as the crowned princess. I mean instead of me.” Balak growled.
“Jesus, I am shaking in my boots, Balak. And I am sure our grandfather is wise to choose your cousin, over you.” Magdalena snickered.
“Right. Besides, where is that petty thief of what rightfully belongs to me? Because I was thinking of—!” Balak grunted.
He stabbed their mother in her neck twice.
“I was thinking of murdering her altogether with you. Though Dawna is more European because you my aunty married a European nobleman. Still, you are a bit chocolate.” Balak smirked.
“And why such bitterness for the blacks?” Nebuchadnezzar asked.
“And I have sent ten messages in the scrolls to every part of the Kingdom to wipe out all your kind from the surface of the earth. I am a righteous man, but I have portrayed you all blacks as innately savage, animalistic destructive, and criminal.” He cackled insanely.
“Balak, what have you done? What have you done? And this is an outrage for you to claim to be a righteous man.” Nebuchadnezzar shouted.
“Umm, Papa, which you should have done from the beginning, but you have failed to do so instead of your letting your grandson’s slave alive. I mean a daughter of a slave bringing chaos into the royal family. And I think since I am now a king this is mine, thank you.” Balak answered.
He took the crown and put it upon himself.
"Papa, I think you should bow down to your king. And please take him away from my presence. Still, I had a kingdom to rule. Stopping those worst nightmares which are the blacks." Balak shrieked.
“My brother. And the rest of you, let us get out of here.” Dawna whispered.
All four of them crawled from their hiding spot, passing through the deep pitch-dark underground tunnel with torches in their hands.
They find themselves on their way out to safety unnoticed.
CHAPTER FOUR
WE ARE ON A QUEST WITH YOU
When they were on their way while marching in the tunnel's darkness, they were getting closer to the back exit that was in the woods.
All four of them overheard the galloping hooves of horses.
They do not know how many of the swordsmen were on their ride.
Later, Isaiah and the others reached the metal bar door, which he opened.
Everyone came out into the thickest of the woods, and Isaiah followed right behind them.
It was mesmerizing chestnuts, nutshells, and other trees.
Amid the silhouette’s thickest longest natural trees, forest, taller thickest bushes, and a steeping narrow and zig-zag route throughout the woods.
The route led villagers to scoop in their jars, pots, and other water fillers for them to drink.
I mean, it was green pastures vibrant in life to all the cattle, sheep, predators, and all kinds of grass-eating animals.
“Isaiah, my man, where do you think, we should run to?” The girl asked.
“Um, first we should find our refuge in the Chapel. After that, I will think of something in the morning.” Isaiah answered.
“Jesus. Can you believe this halfwit? In the Chapel of my foot! I think we should go. Run for our lives.” Nicole shouted.
“Classic. Nice idea, rich boy. And into the morning we all will be out cold.” Isaiah remarked.
A moment later, they found themselves in front of the Chapel.
Isaiah opened the heavy door, And Dawna, Oliver, and Nicole rushed in.
Outside, they overheard the galloping hooves of the horses passing by in the few miles’ way distances in the woods.
“Hurry everyone. And we must stay here for the night. Going further, the swordsmen of Balak are on the hunt for us tonight. Tomorrow, when it is clear outside, we will continue running for our lives.” Isaiah said.
“Please nobody. And who is going to listen to you?” Nicole roared.
“Enough Nicole. If you want to go back, be my guest. And Isaiah here is the son of the wealthiest nobleman. He is even closely related to the royal family. Would you care to explain which monarch you are related to?” Oliver shouted.
“Relax, my girl. I was only joking—.” Nicole paused.
Oliver unleashed her two-edged sword which you pointed at Nichol’s chest.
“I dare you to call me, my girl. This will be the end of your road!” Oliver roared.
“Please, the two of you do be quiet. Both of you will cause our hiding location to be found!” Dawna snapped.
“Forgive us, my Princess. It is just this spoiled rich boy is getting on my nerves.” Oliver grunted.
“Tell me about it. You and I, my friend. You and I are annoyed by a certain someone. Isaiah, my brother, where do you think, we should run to?” Dawna asked.
“For now, I do not know. And like I said, I would think of something to do in the morning,” Isaiah responded.
“I trust you, my lord. And I am sure you will think of something, but it is freezing here.” Dawna shivered.
Dawna came to pick up the burning torch from the lampstand and switch on the campfire to warm the Chapel.
Isaiah was in silence, looking at the moon. Outside, four people were being chased by Balak’s swordsmen on horses.
One of them was grunting in pain but the other helped her to escape.
“Jesus, my Living God. And if there is someone who helped us, we will forever appreciate it. I mean, a girl or boy to carry the message of truth scroll.” She groaned.
Four of the old women, treat over the roots of the trees and went tumbling into a big enough ditch.
In front of them, they saw a Chapel.
“Hold on, I am going to seek sanctuary. We might find someone who might carry a message of truth scroll to our royal chiefess.” Another said.
All these women were wearing warrior lions colored armor. Till one of them rushed towards the Chapel with the message scroll.
We were all startled when Dawna and the other two unleashed their swords.
“Please do not hurt me. Need help. My friends are badly hurt.” She cried.
“Wait what? And why? Would you care to tell us what happened?” Isaiah urged.
“We snatched a message of truth scroll. To tell you the truth; we ambushed Balak’s swordsmen while talking this evening. They were resting, but Balak is planning to do something malevolent under the sun.” she gasped.
“He has done most parts of the kingdoms including those villagers who are keeping them to the ground. As I said, one of our friends is wounded.” She continued.
“Classic, not this again. And one of your friends is wounded? Do you need my help?” Isaiah asked.
“Correct. Please, we must hurry!” He panicked.
Isaiah, please, do not go. And what about if it’s another trap, I do not surely believe this man.” Dawna insisted.
“For real. Dawna, are you telling me that you do not believe your kin? Or trust them? Besides, if you want to stay, be my guest.” Isaiah grunted.
“Isaiah, please it is not what I meant.” Dawna gasped.
“Classic. And I am going to have them. Lead the away, old man.” Isaiah scoffed.
He led the way as Isaiah followed him. My Princess, sucking about your love interest. It is painful.” Nicole snickered.
“Please, do be quiet! And who invited you? Neither can I leave him alone, I am going!” Dawna inhaled.
“Wait, I am coming with you, Dawna!” Oliver answered.
“Hold on, should we think over this? I mean before we act?” Nicole asked.
“Then stay there and think. We are going, Nicole!” Dawna roared.
Moments later, an old man arrived in front of the other injured old woman.
Her head and back were held behind the roots of the trees.
“Lt. Rema, I have come up with someone who will help us.” the old woman said.
“My Jesus, thank you very much, Yoanna. And where is the helper?” She gagged.
“Here he is,” Yoanna answered.
“Help us, my boy. And we are looking for someone to quest with this large threatening message of truth scroll. Or else we all live will be wiped out from the surface of the earth.” Rema winced.
“I mean I am not sure what Balak’s masterplan is. Nor the reason he has bitter hatred towards blacks. But I am begging you to quest heist that you might give our blacks’ chiefess this message scroll.” She yelped.
“Classic. And I beg your pardon. And why should it be me carrying this message of truth scroll to the blacks chiefess?” Isaiah asked.
“No idea. We can see a good heart in you, my boy. And there is so much determination potential of truth in you. Please, you should take Jochebed. Trust me, she is the fastest horse.” Rema chuckled.
“Excuse me, a black horse? I am not a fan of black horses. Still, what about the other three of my people?” Isaiah asked.
“We can give them these horses too but please help us, my child—,” Joshua paused.
“Isaiah, is everything fine? Dawna asked. Dawna, I told you to hide!” Isaiah panicked.
“Wait, what? And did you tell us that?” Dawna blinked.
“Sure. I did not, please go back because I will be back to you.” Isaiah responded.
“Forgive us, halfwit, but we are going on this quest with you.” Nicole interrupted.
“This is not the time to call him names.” Oliver snapped.
“Calm yourself down, Oliver, it is all fine, but this quest is going to be life-threatening,” Isaiah said.
All three of them did not heed him but climbed on their chestnut-colored horses.
“Isaiah, please, it is not what I meant.” Dawna gasped.
“Classic. And I am going to have them. Lead the away, old man.” Isaiah scoffed.
He led the way as Isaiah followed him. My Princess, sucking about your love interest. It is painful.” Nicole snickered.
“Please, do be quiet! And who invited you? Neither can I leave him alone, I am going!” Dawna inhaled.
“Wait, I am coming with you, Dawna!” Oliver answered.
“Hold on, should we think over this? I mean, before we act?” Nicole asked.
“Then stay there and think. We are going, Nicole!” Dawna roared.
Moments later, an old man arrived in front of the other injured old woman.
Her head and back were held behind the roots of the trees.
“Lt. Rema, I have come up with someone who will help us.” the old woman said.
“My Jesus, thank you very much, Yoanna. And where is the helper?” She gagged.
“Here he is,” Yoanna answered.
“Help us, my boy. And we are looking for someone to quest with this large threatening message of truth scroll. Or else we all live will be wiped out from the surface of the earth.” Rema winced.
“All I am saying is that I am not sure what Balak’s master plan is. Nor the reason he has bitter hatred towards blacks. But I am begging you to quest heist that you might give our blacks’ chiefess this message scroll.” She yelped.
“Classic. And I beg your pardon. And why should it be me carrying this message of truth scroll to the blacks chiefess?” Isaiah asked.
“No idea. We can see a good heart in you, my boy. And there is so much determination potential of truth in you. Please, take Jochebed, my horse. Trust me, she is the fastest horse.” Rema chuckled.
“Excuse me, a black horse? I am not a fan of black horses. Still, what about the other three of my people?” Isaiah asked.
“We can give them these horses too, but please help us, my child—,” Joshua paused.
“Isaiah, is everything fine? Dawna asked. Dawna, I told you to hide!” Isaiah panicked.
“Wait, what? And did you tell us that?” Dawna blinked.
“Sure. I did not, please go back because I will be back to you.” Isaiah responded.
“Forgive us, halfwit, but we are going on this quest with you.” Nicole interrupted.
“This is not the time to call him names.” Oliver snapped.
“Calm yourself down, Oliver, it is all fine, but this quest is going to be life-threatening,” Isaiah said.
All three of them did not heed him but climbed on their chestnut-colored horses.
CHAPTER FIVE
SCROLL FOR THE QUEEN
Lieutenant Rema burst out laughing, her eyes hurt but grunt in pain.
Isaiah watched him struggling with her breath, Joanna and the other two sat next to their Lieutenant exhausted.
Dawna and the other two rolled away, but when Isaiah was about to march away, Yohanna gave him the message scroll.
She was holding the horse that Lt. Rema gave to him.
“Listen to me Isaiah, your eyes of the tongue of consuming fire will redeem all our people. And you should not be afraid of it!” Rema grunted.
“Tongue of consuming fire? And what are you talking about? What are you talking about?” Isaiah asked.
“No idea, but you shall know later. And to tell you the truth, I can see a fearsome man in you. Who will become a life-threatening opponent to Balak’s forces of evil?” Rema gagged.
She inhaled her last for her wounds. In the distance, Isaiah overheard the galloping thunder of horses’ hooves.
“Hurry, get out of here, chosen.” Yohanna groaned.
“And what about if I fail to carry out the quest by not giving the chieftainess the message scroll?” Isaiah panicked.
“Accomplishing the message of the truth scroll to the blacks chieftainess, please!” Yohanna begged.
Isaiah pulled his horse silently behind the thickness of the trees.
He observed the swordsmen arriving on their horses, getting down from them, and slaughtering the remaining swordsmen in lion-colored armor in cold blood.
“Christ, my God. Neither is there a message scroll in their possession!” One swordsman roared.
He scanned around where he saw a Chapel a few distances.
“And I can smell the filth black noble nearby. I just do not have any idea where he is hiding!” He continued.
“Mind if I investigate, captain Wormwoods—!” The third swordsman paused.
“There! Someone is watching us behind those thicknesses of trees. Catch him fast! And bringing him to me.” Wormwoods ordered.
Isaiah climbed on his fresh horse, and it rode fast at the quickest speed. It alarmed the other swordsmen, who saw him riding away.
Enrage they mount on theirs and galloped after him. Jochebed was faster when she was zigzagging through the tree-to-tree gaps.
Isaiah passes by Dawna and the others.
“Jochebed, please hold your horses. Everyone faster, Balak’s swordsmen are on our tails!” Isaiah shouted.
Dawna, Oliver, and Nicole hiya their horses to go faster without a second thought.
Arrows began flying in their direction, but they dodged them, and others pierced through the trees.
Balak’s men were gaining upon us, but they arrive at the edges of the woods.
Their horses jump from a six-foot mountaintop and into the ocean below.
“No, Jojo, hold it! Please slow down because I despise the water—!” Isaiah screamed.
Isaiah’s scream echo was overwhelmed with a splash.
He was struggling to swim, but he gave up and was going deeper to the bottom.
Jochebed swims to land yet Isaiah was nowhere to be found.
Dawna, Oliver, and Nicole emerged to land where the horses waited for them.
“Jesus, my living God. I am drenched! And what was that for you incompetent horses?” Nicole roared.
“And are you trying to drown me?” He continued.
“Wait, is not that Isaiah’s horse? Where is he? No. no!! Is this not what it is?” Dawna gasped.
She ran after my horse, while Jochebed neighed and searched in the water for my whereabouts.
On top of the mountain, Wormwood and the other five were glancing down below, but it was far and very dark.
“Do not worry black! I am sure we will catch you soon, then later.” Wormwoods snared.
Dawna was going back and forth. Her face was overweight with terrors as she screamed his name unstopped.
“Please, where are you? Can anyone tell me where he disappeared from?” Dawna grasped.
It was extremely late, all night Jochebed was neighing in silence.
Dawna and the others did not have any choice but to sleep.
Later, in the morning, amidst the vast mass of sand and with all kinds of expensive rocks, were on view.
After a few moments, Isaiah was buried among the rocks and sandy beach.
In the distance, Isaiah overheard the neighing and galloping of the horses.
Isaiah was unconscious in the sand, only his hand showed up in the air.
Jochebed came face-to-face with Isaiah’s hand in the sand.
She pulled him out of the deathtrap with her teeth for fresh air.
The wet sand was stiffened, so it was easier to pull Isaiah out of the open.
Isaiah inhaled again after coughing out sand and water when fresh air blew through his nostrils.
His horse neighed to wake him up, but Isaiah did not respond.
Around that time on another part of the sandy beach, Dawna Woke up yet she could not see Jochebed anywhere.
“No, no, no, no!” she screamed.
Everyone woke up, and they unleashed their swords, but, no opponent was around.
“Christ! Good grief. Besides, why did you scream, my Princess?” Nicole asked.
“My name is Dawna, boy! And why are you trying to uncover my identity?” She shouted.
“Nah, I am not, princess. Um, I mean, Dawna.” Nicole swallowed.
Oliver cracked out in laughter while Nicole covered his face with his hands.
“Where is my brother’s horse?” Dawna asked.
“She is nowhere to be found. First, it was Isaiah. And now it is his horse! Isn’t this outstanding?” Nicole yelped.
“Nicole, calm down. Instead of answering like a lunatic. I am sure Isaiah’s horse went to search for him—.” Oliver responded.
“Might be right, Oliver. Still, remember that he carried the message of the truth scroll to the take to the blacks’ chieftainess. I meant to the east. And how about if he was surrounded by those evil swordsmen.” Dawna said.
“Perfect! He is weak. And he does not want to become a swordsman. He is a goner for sure!” Nicole laughed.
“Nicole! Please, do not be a drama—queen! No harm is going to come to such a man. Jesus, I am out of here.” Dawna sighed.
“Wait up for me, Dawna.” Oliver pleaded.
“Sure. And my only worry is that he had a scroll for the queen!” Dawna said.
Nicole groaned in frustration, but he persuaded the girls.
Thirty minutes later, on the mass of sandy beach land miles away, they saw Jochebed.
“Christ, my God. And there is the incompetent horse! Despite that, what is she doing there?” Nicole scoffed.
"Um, well Nicole, we are almost there. And we are about to find out. So, you do not need to worry,” Oliver answered.
"Huh, I am not worrying, Oliver!" Nicole responded.
All three of them reached Isaiah’s horse in a minute.
CHAPTER SIX
GIVEN UP THE QUEST
Dawna, Oliver, and Nicole arrived where Jochebed was standing in front of Isaiah.
All three saw the unconscious Isaiah lying on the sandy beach, while his little sister’s eyes widened in bewilderment.
She could not believe that Isaiah was a goner but was overjoyed when he overheard the expansion news.
Though he was covered in muddy sand.
“No way. He is not dead because his still breathing.” Oliver said.
“Jesus, thank you very much. And if anything would happen to him, I will not forgive myself—!” Dawna paused.
She saw an arrow pierced through the back of Isaiah’s shoulder, but Isaiah was inhaling heavily and grunting in pain.
“No! No way! Is that what it is?” Oliver gasped.
“Oliver, what are you talking about?” Nicole asked.
“Quickly, help me to put him on Jochebed. And we must be fast about it or else he is a goner for sure.” Oliver said.
“Meaning? And why are you speaking in parables, Oliver?” Nicole urged.
“Speak in a language that we can understand!” He continued.
“No time to explain, Nicole, please!” Oliver roared.
Nicole and Dawna lifted Isaiah as they struggled, but they managed to put him on a horse.
Oliver breaks the end of the arrow in the color of gold.
Jochebed rode at the greatest speed without holding back, Dawna and the others followed behind them.
“And where is that horse taking us?” Nicole asked.
“Would you be quiet, please? Besides, you will find out soon enough.” Oliver yelled.
“Fine, fine, relax Oliver.” Nicole laughed nervously.
All three Northern adolescents saw Isaiah’s ride getting closer to going into the stone fortress and went straight indoors.
Their rides galloped at the greatest pace.
Later, they all find themselves in the fortress door before it closes itself shut.
On the horizon, Wormwoods And his five swordsmen were looking in the fortress’s direction.
“My, my, we finally found you thievery black. I am sure it is time for you to make your Maker.” Wormwood said.
Back to the fortress, Jochebed neighed in frustration and alerted the chieftain of the village. Dawna, Oliver, and Nicole arrived where Jochebed was standing in front of Isaiah.
All three saw the unconscious Isaiah lying on the sandy beach, while his little sister’s eyes widened in bewilderment.
She could not believe that Isaiah was a goner but was overjoyed when he overheard the expansion news.
Though he was covered in muddy sand.
“No way. He is not dead because his still breathing.” Oliver said.
“Jesus, thank you very much. And if anything would happen to him, I will not forgive myself—!” Dawna paused.
She saw an arrow pierced through the back of Isaiah’s shoulder, but Isaiah was inhaling heavily and grunting in pain.
“No! No way! Is that what it is?” Oliver gasped.
“Oliver, what are you talking about?” Nicole asked.
“Quickly, help me to put him on Jochebed. And we must be fast about it or else he is a goner for sure.” Oliver said.
“Meaning? And why are you speaking in parables, Oliver?” Nicole urged.
“Speak in a language that we can understand!” He continued.
“No time to explain Nicole, please!” Oliver roared.
Nicole and Dawna lifted Isaiah as they struggled, but they managed to put him on a horse.
Oliver breaks the end of the arrow in the color of gold.
Jochebed rode where at the greatest speed, Dawna and the others followed behind.
“And where is that horse taking us?” Nicole asked.
“Would you be quiet, please? Besides, you will find out soon enough.” Oliver yelled.
“Fine, fine, relax Oliver.” Nicole laughed nervously.
All three Northern adolescents saw Isaiah’s ride getting closer to the entrance of the stone fortress and went straight inside.
Their rides galloped at the greatest pace.
Later, they all find themselves in the fortress door before it closes itself shut.
On the horizon, Wormwoods And his five swordsmen were looking in the direction of the fortress.
“My, my, we finally found you thievery black. I am sure it is time for you to make your Maker.” Wormwood said.
Back to the fortress, Jochebed neighed in frustration and alerted the chieftain of the village.
He came out of his mansion, and their swordsmen unleashed their swords and bows as they surrounded them.
“Relax, my friend. And I am going to help you.” He chuckled.
“Wait, a minute. Is what it is? My princess, is that you?” He asked.
“Excuse me? How did you know that I was a princess?” Dawna asked.
“Adonai, my God. I suppose it has been years. I mean, you were about a year old when we came to ask aid from the king.” He said.
“I see. I am sorry about that but help me with healing my brother. I beg of you!” Dawna pleaded.
“Right. Please bring him indoors.” He replied.
His people came to take Isaiah down from the horse and took him to the mansion.
Indoors, the man was attending to his wounds.
“And so, did you find out what is wrong with my brother?” Dawna asked.
That’s right, my Princess.” He answered.
“Would you mind explaining to me what it is?” Dawna said.
“It seems as if Isaiah got poisoned by a life-threatening substance. And it would be fatal by an hour if he weren’t brought here to the profession. Apart from that, my name is Isaac.” He said.
Dawna covered her mouth while the other three were dumbfounded.
Isaac was sewing Isaiah’s wounds after he gave him anti-poison herbs.
“There we are. And by the next two hours, he will awake strong. Would you allow me to ask if Isaiah still feared becoming a swordsman? I mean, his greatest fear is a failure in the attempt he is being assigned to. Mistrust of a curtain girl that is wound.” Isaac whispered.
Dawna looked at the old man but focus on the direction where Isaiah lay.
Every one of Isaiah’s friends left to rest.
Two hours later, Isaiah opened his eyes and came out of the comforts of the covers.
He observed around until heading downstairs where Dawna crashed into him.
“I beg your forgiveness, brother. And I am short of words that you are on your feet.” Dawna inhaled.
“I am standing in front of you. I mean, hold that thought—.” Isaiah stopped.
He went to check inside his coat for the scroll, and it was still there, and dry.
“Classic. It is in here. And that is a good thing.” Isaiah said.
“Excellent that you are awake, Isaiah.” Oliver interrupted.
“Oliver, Nicole, I hope you did not give Dawna a tough time. Reverse here, could this be old man, Isaac?” Isaiah blinked.
“In human flesh—!” Isaac gagged.
They all saw the sword piercing always to his stomach.
“My, my, my, hola blacky. It seems as if I finally found you. Please, give me what belonged to me!” Wormwood roared.
When Isaiah was about to speak, Isaac grunted in pain.
“No, Isaiah. Don’t give him the scroll. Continue your quest on carrying the massage east.” Isaac screamed.
“Sure, says the dying old man. Give it to me—!” Wormwood said.
Jochebed came rushing in, clubbed him on his back, and he went crashing to the ground.
Isaiah climbed on her; she rode out.
The other horses came in Which they mount on and persuade after him.
“Darned it! And come on you fool get them!” Wormwood ordered.
Wormwood’s five swordsmen chased after them with arrows launching at them, however, lost them in the overwhelming dust.
Isaiah screamed in rage which shook the whole region uncontrollably.
Cracked splits on the earth where boiling lava came from the opening gaps.
Isaiah saw the ropes burning to ashes.
He went flying forward on the sandy beach.
His eyes were the color of a burning furnace.
Dawna ran after him, but Nicole and Oliver insisted on not touching him.
“Christ, Isaiah, are you unwell?” Oliver asked.
“No, it’s all my fault. All my fault. If I did not accept this message scroll, none of them would perish. And we just met. I wanted to ask him a question. I mean, about something important.” Isaiah cried.
Later, back to Isaac’s fortress, Wormwoods ordered everyone to be massacred.
After that, they burned the village to the ground.
“Isaiah, come on, we must continue this quest! Dawna shouted. They are getting closer!” Oliver said.
“What is that for? Besides, what is the point of running away?” Isaiah said.
Dawna came to pull him with his arm but screamed in pain.
Wormwoods and his fellow swordsmen were getting closer while the tail of a deathtrap sandstorm was behind them.
All six swordsmen reached them in time, and roundabout them to prevent them from escaping.
He cackled in a malevolent way.
Nicole, Oliver, and Dawn released their two-edged swords.
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