SACRIFICE

King Jerald was taken into his chambers and placed on the bed comfortably and tucked in. “Father are you dying," Lotus asked.

“Why do you always ask the most stupid

question?" Nephius countered

“Yes I'm dying Nephius, your brother is right,” king Jerald replied.

The room became quiet, the celebratory smiles were wiped off all their faces. “Come here all of you,” king Jerald urged.

“But father, you can't die not when we are winning this battle,” Nephius said with tears running down

“Yes we should ask that thing down the Dungeon to give you life, if it can defeat Clarris it can do anything,” Lotus added.

“Nothing comes for free in this life my sons, your mother and I have lived for centuries to understand that,” he stated while looking at Rachel who was standing near the window.

“But Dad, you are cursed, how is it possible that you can die???” A very confused Barrick asked.

“Everyone take a seat?” the six brother moved forward with teary eyes and sat on the bed