Updated: May 20
After the meeting, elsewhere...
The uncle, covered in cloaks, obviously trying to disguise himself was looking this way and that before walking, making sure no one was following him. Little did he know, someone was.
He finally came to a small hut. The hut of the fortune teller.
The old guy looked up. 'I knew you would come. I have the throne trials ready. I'm ready when you are.'
The throne trials were the trials you did to become the ruler. The same trials that the present queen also undertook.
'Let's start.' Said the uncle. 'Let's.' Said the fortune teller. And it began.
The uncle also, just like the queen, easily passed the first two trials of strength and intellect. But the third...
'Well done!' Boomed the fortune teller. 'Now for the last and the hardest one. Are you sure you will do it?'
'Yes.' Replied the uncle. 'What is it?'
'Well.. You need to duel to death. No turning back now. You've accepted the challenge. If you do not do it, you will perish. If you forfeit halfway, you will not die, but will be banished from the kingdom. Forever.
The uncle smirked. 'Do you know how many duels to death I have won? That's child play to me. I'll go find a person to duel with.' He said.
'Oh no, that's where you're wrong. I give you your opponent.' Said the fortune teller. 'So be it.' Said the uncle. 'Who?'
The fortune teller smiled. He had a plan. An evil plan. He was going to choose the one with the ability to heal.
'Your adopted son.' He said.
To be continued...