75 New Orders (2/2)
Will was mostly stalling at this point, he knew the most difficult part of the conversation was coming up next. He knew what needed to be said, yet he hesitated. The moment was long enough for the king to notice something was wrong. ”William.” He said in a fatherly tone. ”Whatever it is you are having a hard time telling me, know that I hold no grudge against you for what Ragnos has sent you here to say.”
”The next topic is of hierarchy.” He couldn't look his father in they eyes, yet he couldn't show shame, so he looked at the crown which sat atop the king's head. ”I cannot be the next king of Ebonhart.” He said quickly. ”We need to find a new heir to the throne,”
The room stayed quiet for some time. Will knew it would take his father some time to process this piece of information.
”Why?” King Ragnos asked softly after a few minutes. ”Why would Ragnos take the throne away from his own bloodline?” Will could see that his father was close to shock. His eyes were wide but not out of anger. All color drained from his face as he slumped in the throne. ”We have been rulers of this kingdom for hundreds upon hundreds of years.”
”That's the problem, father.” Will said softly, his business tone was completely wiped out from the look on the king's face. ”We were never meant to rule a kingdom.”
”How dare you!” King Ragnos bellowed out to his son. ”Tell that to my father, and his father and his all the way back to the start of the kingdom! Tell that to Cainus!” The ashen color of his face turned to red within the span of seconds as he descended the throne. ”You were meant to be a King, William!” He produced a crimson and gold flame within the palm of his hand and showed it to Will. ”You have the King's Flame! You were meant for this throne since you were born! You don't understand son, and that's okay! You were taken at a very early age, before we could start your education.” King Ragnos pleaded with his son, his eyes still wide, yet his face lost its color once more.
”No, father.” Will dawned his armor and swords once more. He drew both swords and allowed the gold and crimson flame to shroud the ruby hilt blade while wind surrounded the opal. His armor turned to a shade of black which seemed to suck out all of the light around it. ”I am the one who will be king of kings. I will be the one to ensure slavery doesn't exist.”
Will's father backed up as Will returned his swords to his sides. He then combined darkness, flame and wind into a new aura. A bright violet aura surrounded Will. It was not an element of power, it was power. ”I am the one who will ensure a bright future for those who see nothing but darkness within this land.” He allowed his aura to dissipate as he looked at the king. ”I am the heir not of Ebonhart, but of Ragnos himself.”
King Ragnos lowered himself to the stairway leading to the throne. He sat ashen faced on the step, looking at the powerful man who would be much more to the world than just some king.
”Father, I'm afraid I'm not done yet.” Will said with a sympathetic look on his face. He knew he had just put the king through much turmoil just by stating the changes that had to be made. He didn't know how he would take the bad news. ”We have a new threat.”
”Whatever it is,” King Ragnos said in a gravelly voice. ”I'm sure you can deal with it. You have much more power than any wielder I have ever created.”
”That's the problem.” Will said with a sigh. ”I'm the threat.” He allowed the information to sink in slowly. After everything his father heard, Will was surprised the king had only a couple mental break downs within the past twenty minutes.
”How about you explain that one, Will.” Maya voiced from behind him. Will cursed to himself for not first explaining to Maya before meeting with his father.
”I'm also curious.” Will heard a voice from the edge of the throne room, outside of his peripheral vision.
Will turned to see Jonathan walking towards the throne. His face was unreadable, but Will could guess that he was thinking how impossible the statement his son just made was. ”Please continue.” He said as he stood next to Maya.
”I'm not talking about me.” Will said, and he knew he was about to give someone in the room a headache. ”I'm talking about me from a different reality. One where thousands of people a day are drained of their auras as well as their life essence. One where I wasn't raised by the Earth Sage.” He looked at his dad.
”What are you talking about, William?” Jonathan asked as he looked into the eyes of his son. He couldn't think of a world in which he hadn't raised Will as his own. He also looked at the king, who was as still as a statue. ”How could you be a threat anywhere?”
”The threat is in a mirror dimension.” Will said as he looked up at the ceiling. He couldn't think of who he would rather look at while professing crimes he hadn't committed. ”The Crimson Prince of this other reality was raised in Ebonhart. His talents were too great for any instructor to help teach. Eventually he was corrupted by Aremesis.” He took a breath after letting it all out at once.
”The William of that timeline has long since captured and enslaved Ragnos. He is now feeding off the life energy of everyone in his reality, preparing to step into this reality and bring hell with him.