Chapter 21Jaden's povAs we drank I told him everything, my undying love to Giselle and the way she rejected me after I kissed her."Who is this Giselle anyways" he asked, taking a sip from the beer in his tumbler."A guardian, you said you know they exist. She's one of them, her sister too. They've been helping me escape the evil twins" I rattled.He smiled at an almost drunk me, nodded slowly before muttering the words, "guardians, I see".I ignored the look in his eyes as I blurted out literally everything I knew about Giselle and Rowena and how they've been the ones helping me from those twins..."Yesterday, while Giselle and I went to get my stuff from my house, she even told me that something more dangerous than those twins was coming and that I wouldn't be able to withstand it if I'm not careful....""Mmhmm... That so?" He interrupted taking another sip from his wine glass."Uhhm, I probably should get going now. I know they'll be worried sick about my whereabouts and I don't

Wizard Kingdom*Writer's pov"Arrrghhh!How could you do this to me, Maximon?"Jaden shrieked in anguish as Maximon, or, should one say, Rafar, tortured him beyond human imagination.Of course, what more was expected of a man who feeds off the cries of pain from whoever falls prey to his deadly trap?The Queen stood graciously at the end of the large room with Gwen and her sister, both of whom didn't enjoy being part of whatever little game they were playing with the prince."Why not just kill him right away and get this done with?" Gwen murmured and looked around to make sure no one heard her.The Queen smiled mischievously as she watched her right-hand man turn the prince into a pauper begging for his life.Rafar walked to Jaden with metal pliers in his hands. Jaden knew the worst was about to happen, and he started to struggle in his chains, but it was fruitless."You will pay dearly for this maxim!" Jaden cried."Rafar, little prince, the name's Rafar. And I do not have any time f

Jaden's povWhen I was done wallowing in the awe of my new-found abilities, my senses returned, and I bolted.It was impossible to run when I got to the hallway; the place was crowded with people dressed in plaid attire like they were from ancient England.It was a good thing no one knew what I looked like because it made it easy for me to glide through the crowd.I was sweating profusely, my hair was damp, and my underarms felt terrible. I wondered carefully for hours, trying to find an escape route, but for some reason I ended up going back to the place I started from.The prison."Let's go see how our young prince is doing."I heard that awful, familiar voice giggle, and that was when I cornered into a room. I had to find a means of escape, and fast, because it was obviously a matter of minutes before they found out.Immediately, I noticed a bright, blinding light from behind me and shielded my eyes as I turned to look at it.A door had opened, and my heart raced so fast I could hea