Was I dead?
Several hands were touching my body. Someone dragged me by my feet on the ground until suddenly, it stopped, and nobody was touching me anymore. Was I lying on my back on the floor?
Was I dragged to hell now, or maybe heaven?
“Stick one of the needles in his left arm for blood and open up his shirt.” I heard a female voice that sounded familiar.
Something stuck into my arm, and I was utterly drained of energy to react. I am probably dead anyway. A smooth and lean hand was feeling my chest, and I was wondering if maybe I was in heaven and met by angels who wanted to check out my body before letting me in.
“His heartbeat is slow; we must use it to wake him up, Veronica!” A not-at-all-recognizable voice had spoken...wait, did she say, Veronica?
What the hell is happening?
Are the angels going to start some groping game with me now? The hand on me began to move around and pushed lightly against the area of my heart. Will they try to steal my heart to make me fall in love with them? I mean, the kink level is way overkill.
“Here, I found the spot.” Some women commented.
The hand disappeared, and my thoughts, thinking freedom, time had come to go through the gates to flex my wings. Something or someone got up on me, which felt like this was going too far. I could now feel two knees on my stomach, or was it balls?
I didnt know angels were this handy before passing the gates. I think a hand was playing around on my chest, and they were playing with my heart area. Will they take my heart?
“I am going in.” She said, and I thought this was way overkill and the game had already passed the borderline.
Something hard hit me in the left side of the chest, making me jump up. I tried breathing until my head crashed into something very cozy, and I noticed someone was hugging me. When I opened my eyes, someone was sitting on my body. My head slammed into something round and soft with a pink bra. Damn these…wait a minute!
The perfume I was smelling was only one woman I knew who used the La Broiche Madame from Leven 48, which smelled so refreshing with the smell of lemon. Ah, crap! Don’t say I am alive; am I alive?
I tilted my head back and saw Veronica sitting on me like we were shooting an adult movie or something. I know I have told her hundreds of times not to go outside in cleavage and short skirts, but of course, she doesn’t listen, and I am lucky that she didn’t do the helicopter on me while my head was resting on her chest. Why were there tears in her eyes? Is she crying?
“You idiot! You scared me so much.” She told me and hugged me with a little too much strength that I had problems breathing.
I was happy to see her, but the sadness brewing inside me could never change when I was responsible for Valdor’s death. I had murdered a person, and it was entirely my fault. Veronica tilted my head back even more, trying to wipe off the tears in my eyes. I killed first a human covered in pitch black and then killed the King Of Valiant. I will never forget myself for this. I should have died instead. Why did they even save me?
“It's going to be okay, Berk. I am here, do not worry.” Veronica told me in an attempt to cheer me up.
I knew, though, that it was not going to be okay. I wonder what the penalty is for the killing of a king, but I suppose it's not good. A girl came out from the train and passed us, but I could feel something was wrong from Veronica's facial expression. Suddenly, many soldiers gathered around in what looked like a platform, but I had no clue where we were.
“Why are there a lot of soldiers around here? I noticed this is not Paladin Station. Where are we? I asked Veronica.
She put me down and put her warm hand on my cheek, and she was covered all over her upper body with my blood, with her hands and neck completely covered in red. She must have been worried when she saw me in the state that I was in. I tried moving my body to the side to follow Veronica's direction. The soldiers surrounded me so that I couldn't crawl after her. Was this the soldiers of the king?
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An older lady walked with something in her hand and met up with Victorna a couple of meters away; both were looking down.
“You have to hand him over so we can kill him,” The old lady said with a stern voice.
The old lady turned around and went back to the soldiers. Veronica slowly walked backward towards me, still looking at the soldiers. Suddenly, from nowhere, she hit her knuckle on the ground. A light blue fire created a half circle around me, and she uttered the words:
“Tom sala Ka mambra tu hi ah!”.
The blue fire became stable around like a protection shield.
“Wh…what are you doing, Veronica?” I asked.
She didn’t turn around with all her attention now was on the soldiers behind the blue fire. Her other three colleagues took a few steps forward to shield Veronica from attacks. Were they protecting me? An alarm sound suddenly surrounded the whole platform with a speaker announcing:
“Warning! Warning! This message goes out of all platforms: Valid for Earth, Paladin, Valiant, and all other realms. The King, Valdor Van Volden, has been slain to death. Warning! Warning! The King, Valdor Van Volden, has passed away. Valiant has put a bounty on 600 billion Rad are looking for the wanted man Berk Van Polan of the Van Polan organization, the reward for capturing him, dead or alive, doesn’t matter. Bring the head as proof to get your reward.”
What the fudge is, Rad? Ah! Oh…They want me dead or alive or my head, well, probably its money.
“Berk Van Polan, dead or alive, the destination for now, unknown. This message goes to Valiant, Earth, and all other realms.”
“What is happening, Veronica?” I asked.
She turned around and looked at me for the first time in my life with a severe look and said:
“You just became the most wanted human being on Earth, all realms and Valiant. Well, even hell knows who you are now. Everybody will hunt you now from the price tag on your head, and it will be impossible for me to protect you now after the queen showed me the video.”
I felt slightly better and slowly got up from the floor, limping. Veronica suddenly raised both her hands, and the blue fire disappeared. She raised her hands and yelled out:
“ZARKON!” To the old lady, who reacted with a shaken look.
“No…that is not possible. The boy murdered my husband, and my daughter is standing beside me so we can get retribution for my husband’s death.” The old lady told us.
I limped a couple of steps forward and told the lady:
“Look! We did what we could. I think we saved a lot of people because of Valdor.” I tried explaining to her.
Tears started to flow down her cheeks, and her daughter was crying beside her. Maybe I think that was an overstep on my side.
“IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO DO A ZARKON TO SPARE THE MAN WHO KILLED MY HUSBAND,” The queen yelled at us.
“Okay! How about I do the Zarkon with a blood contract? Blood running through another one's blood, A life for a life; if you let him live, his life will be forfeit anyways. If something happens to your daughter, he will die immediately. You get your revenge and, simultaneously, a protector forever for the princess.” Veronica explained to her.
Eh…what does she mean? Veronica pulled out a knife and moved towards me, taking my right hand and cutting it twice so it was an x-shaped scar that was bleeding quite a lot. Why would she cut so deep? I just got blood and detached the needle before getting up.
“Zarkon Vrath,” Veronica uttered.
“But we will imprison him forever, and he will never see daylight again. We own him.” The queen said.
“Fine, but you are not allowed to kill him or break any bones, so he gets disabled. I will watch you. Is that a promise?” Veronica asked.
“You have the promise of The Queen Of Valiant,” she answered, moving towards Veronica and reaching out with her hand.
Veronica shook her head in denial and pointed the knife in the direction behind the queen.
“Your daughter is the one doing the ritual,” Veronica said.
The queen looked in shock at Veronica and said:
“I am offering the Zarkon Vrath, not my daughter.”
“Well, it's very kind of you, but if you get a heart attack, it means that the Berk will die. I would rather have the young one in your family line and someone very close to his age. Remember, if she dies, he dies. If he dies, nothing will happen to your daughter, and the scar that she will get will disappear. Do we have a deal?” Veronica asked.
“Isabella, come here and reach out your hand.” The queen said.
A beautiful blond girl with blue eyes showed up beside her.
She reached out her hand, and Veronica cut a scar also on her palm; from her facial expression, the young girl was hurting. Why were her lips so filled out? Maybe she is a great kisser…wait, what am I thinking about?
“Isabella, you need to hold Berks's hand where all the blood is dripping from, and I will whisper to you the lock that will also be the unlocking of this curse that will behold Berk.”
The girl grabbed my bloody hand and held it hard while she was crying, and Veronica put her hand on both her hands and uttered:
“I, at this moment, from the family of Van Polan, witches of Valiant, with this promise to not tell the key to unlock Berk Van Polans curse where the blood contract to Isabella Van Volden is forever until the day Isabella sees fit to unlock him from the curse. If I, Veronica Van Polan, ever say the words to unlock the curse, I will die, and the only one able to unlock this curse will be Isabella Van Volden.” She spoke out loud.
A grey cloud showed up from nowhere just around a meter above our heads, and after a while, light was shining within our hands between me and Isabella. A flash, looking like a bolt of lightning, hit our hands. I could see both Isabella and Veronica standing there watching me while I flew backward to the side, and my back hit something hard; that was bye-bye from me.