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A dark brooding figure sat at the chair of the throne room. He was a massive and bulky man with a long black beard and shaggy hair. His face covered in scar and a stitch running for his left ear to his neck. His eyes blazed with pure hatred from the world. His black fur coat is so long that it looked like a black pool of blood.

The door to the throne room suddenly opened and in came a couple of beaten up rogues. "Your majesty!"

Upon seeing his men beaten up he raised a questioning eyebrow at them. "Care to explain?"

Hearing the king's voice they suddenly hesitated to answer, but knowing his majesty a lack of answer meant sudden doom. "W-We were under attack.....by the candidate princes from Thalia, your majesty."

The king slowly drummed his fingers on his arm rest. "How many?"

The rogues looked at each other as if hesitating. Finally one of them had the courage to answer. "Five your majesty. Six if you count the princess."

"And how many were you? Eleven? Fifteen?"

The rogues didn't answer at first as if ashamed of themselves for losing when they clearly have the advantage in numbers. However, one of them nodded, found courage and managed a nod.

The king, enraged by what he heard, slammed his fist on his arm rest. "You fools! You have made a mockery of us! Now those good doers will celebrate and boast of their victory. What would that make us?! They'll think that Tereau is weaker than they expect!"

"But, sire." Said one of the rogues. "We had them. We could have finished them off if it wasn't for the Tamer."

At this, the king was shocked, horrified, and interested. He looked at his left hand filled with dark intricate runes sealing his full power. He clenches his fist before looking back at the rogues. "Tamer you say?" He suddenly let out a laugh. "There are no Tamers here anymore. I already wiped them all out years ago."

"The girl, your majesty. She's a Tamer."

"Her familiar is a big white wolf."

"A big white wolf...Nagga." The king whispered.

"No your majesty. I don't think it's Naga because it's too small compared to her."

"IF THIS IS A JOKE OR A LIE TO HIDE YOUR INCOMPETENCE THEN TRUST ME WHEN I SAY THAT YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE IT IN THE FORST PLACE." The king rose from his throne in anger. "Tamers are long gone and dead! The king and Naga died as well. Unless......" A thought suddenly occurred to him. Well more like a memory of two figures running East on horses. He saw them running from the castle of Gija, but thinking that they were mere fae servants he didn't bother to go after them. Though he did send a few men to dispose of those two.

None of his men that he sent after them came back.

"Unless what your majesty?"

"Queen Diera." The king said through gritted teeth. "So it was her. I should have known when I couldn't find her in the palace. Her pesky sister must have led her through the portal to the human world. That human princess must be her descendant. Fate be screwing with me."

"King Ferius, if she is indeed queen Diera's descendant then we'll take care of her. Just give us an order."

"No!" The king bellowed. "No one is to harm her but me. Bring her to me alive." He said and looked at his rune filled hand once more. His hand was cursed by Naga and the King to seal his power. Looking at it now he could just picture the late kings devilish smirked as he cursed him.

This way you can never use your powers to destroy families again. Make this a reminder: The end of Gija is also the end of your evil reign.

He never understood what the late king of Gija said back then. But after a few years of research he found out that a Tamers curse can only be lifted by a Tamers blood.

"If she is the descendant from the previous king and queen from Gija then her blood might be useful to me in breaking this curse." A temporary smile lingered on King Ferius's lips before it was gone. "Find this girl. Bring her to me alive and kill everyone that gets in your way. I must have the blood of the last Tamer."