Zark Van Polan

Why do they always run as soon as they see my clothing? There is nothing wrong with being in a costume and dressing up well like an everyday gentleman.

I ran up beside him and used my big body to push him into the wall so he fell over. I lifted him, pushed him against the wall, and lifted him from the ground, noticing he was terrified.

“Let's kill him, master,” the voice in my head told me.

I didn't listen and just stared at the terrified man.

“Where is the door?” I asked him.

“I..I don't know what you are talking about.” He answered.

“I will kill you here and now if you do not tell me where the door is. I know that there is a door to Valiant.”

“O..Okay, I will show you.” He answered.

I released the grip but still held my hand behind him, holding his jacket. I didn't want the bastard to get a chance to escape.

We walked past several back alleys in the old city until he stopped in front of an old wooden door.

“Why did you stop?” I asked.

I looked around to see if ordinary people were around, but darkness covered Stockholm tonight. I pushed him towards the door because I wanted him to open it; it was pitch black when it opened.

“What is this?” I asked him.

“He looked at me with a scared look on his face and answered:

“This is the way to Valiant, but it is not stable. You can end up anywhere, even close to the doors to hell. The Mage who created this door must have done it while escaping from something.”

I released him, and he started running down the road and disappearing around the corner. I took a couple of steps back and jumped right into the darkness.

When I opened my eyes, I felt the wind blowing past me, and I tried to turn my body in the air and noticed I was falling towards the ocean. I tried making any movements and even using the Krat's powers, but nothing stopped my fall. I could see a ship below, but it was still moving too fast. Still, it reminded me how lousy this idea was, and exactly when I was going to hit the ship, I stopped mid-air centimeters from hitting the wooden floors. I was balancing my body and just stared at the floor until I got released, fell, and quickly got up and looked around. Hmm, are these some lousy-dressed people in a low-budget movie?

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They stared towards me, and I looked around in awe because these guys hadn't seen a shower in a long time.

“Where am I?” I asked them.

“What u mean where you are? You are in the Pirate Kingdom outside of the first island,” one of the guys said.

“Okay! Why are you guys all dressed up in pink, and why are there so many pink colors around the ship?”

One of them came forward, trying to act cool.

“We are the pink pirates, and I am their captain.”

Well, they will not be the Pink Pirates anymore.

“All I can tell you, guys. From now on, we are The Van Polan Pirates. The Pink cactus in the back, you also need to change as the rest of us.”

Their captain became upset about me trying to take over the ship.

“We will kill you; nobody messes with the Pink Pirates.”

Suddenly, an announcement and a big screen popped up in the air. It looked like next-generation tech because the digital screen was in the air without any window.

*Warning, Warning, Citizens of the Pirate World. We have a wanted man who entered our atmosphere; keep your distance and run for your life if you have seen him. We have alerted Pirate bounty hunters to hunt him down and kill him. The wanted man's name is Zark Van Polan, and he looks like the picture you showed in this message. The bounty is 50 billion Randid. We accept him caught dead or alive.*

Their captain bent his head and looked at me, realizing I was the guy.

*One more announcement is made. Pink pirates are wanted for stealing fish from the market. Please apprehend them and report back to the first island. The reward is 1000 Randid. Their captain looked away, realizing they had a dangerous man on their ship.

On the fourth island in the Pirate Kingdom:

Meldan had a quiet life except for her son being a pain in the ass, running and doing naughty things in the village all the time. The alarm sounded outside, and it worried Meldan because it was the same alarm sound as when Valdor, the king, was announced dead.

She hurried outside when a box appeared in the middle of the village.

*Warning! Warning!: A wanted fugitive has entered the atmosphere in Valiant. The wanted fugitive is named Berk Van Polan, and he has entered the fallen kingdoms. All bounty hunters with rank SS are to report to the gate leading to the fallen kingdoms. The reward for capturing him dead is 600 billion Randid. Warning! Warning: A fugitive has entered the Antima Kingdom with the name Taz Van Polan, the Demon killer; Bounty, dead or alive, is 150 billion Randid. Warning! Warning! A fugitive named Zark Van Polan has entered the first island of the Pirate Kingdom. Bounty, dead or alive, is 50 billion Randid.* The message read out.

Meldan grabbed her son's arm and hurried with him to her neighbor.

“Can you take care of him for a couple of days?” She asked the old lady.

“You are not going after that Zark man?”

Meldan didn't answer, but she knew if she caught him or killed the man, the village would never have to endure hardships. The Randid she would get for killing him could save endless lives and take all villages out of poverty.

“I need to do this; it is for everyone,” Meldan said.

“I can see that whatever I say will not matter; you have already decided to leave and chase after that man.” The old lady answered.

Meldan hurried home and cracked open the wooden floor where her spear was. She blew the dust off the spear and tied a knot behind her back with a clear vision in her mind. She would use her powers as a witch to kill Zark Van Polan.