Prologue:

Fisk Rapids was in a hurry, the tapping of his copper tipped redwood cane made hard clicks as it went against the white stone marble floors. The white marble hall glowed with dim enchanted lights moving around the surface like smoke, a sight that would make most people to pause to look at the marble more closely. However, he was trying really hard to hurry to get to the main hall of the castle that he didn’t notice the small thin black scratches his cane made on the beautiful floor, which usually he was careful about not touching. He was going the fastest he has moved in a while, which regretfully he was not very active of late. Fisk almost lost in thought for a moment wondering how it would look if there was an onlooker, such as one of the guards in the palace, ‘Ha, if only they saw me moving quickly right now! When usually I move so slowly and very steadily paced might really surprise them.’ With that thought he smiled confidently that he can make it to the hall in good time, when the loud clicking of his cane eerily echoed on the marble brought his thoughts back to what is important. Even if he did get lost in thought too much, his attention was brought right back to the pain in his leg when suddenly the rest of Fisk’s body complained. He regretted that he has not been actively trying to stay physically fit. Even a palace guard friend was willing to help train him in the mornings, which he declined every time since he didn’t want to get out of bed at dawn. Brought back from his musings, He realized he hasn’t made much distance at all before tiring out, he could barely run down the hall from the main library. Fisk could hardly breathe, the lungs felt like they were being squeezed as the pain bloomed from his chest. When he finally got to the large heavy oak doors his body couldn’t feel more grateful for the brief rest. He didn’t even have time to be mesmerized by the familiar looking doors that had rich reliefs of grapes, trees, satyrs, angels, and merry folk. He looked right at the four guards that were blocking the beautifully made rich doors, he couldn’t feel any more angry and bitter about the situation. Usually there is only one guard that changes regularly at the main entrance. He would typically be able to get in through the doors since he knows more than half of the guards. However, this seems to be an unlucky and unlikely turn of events that the guards at the entrance are not the ones he knows. He quickly thought that he could play friendly with the guards, and if necessary beg to get in. After all, even if Fisk wasn’t a noble he still has connections with the cursed Whale King that the royal king of the empire both respects and fears. Knowing that he was a friend to the cursed Whale King usually scares the guards and the royal order king to do anything for him. Yep, even the royal king who was probably sitting comfortably in the hall, would do anything for him within reason. Fisk hated using the cursed Whale King’s influence, after all it was the cursed Whale King’s fault that he himself was caught up in the curse as well. He touched his face thinking of the incident that gave him the nightmare he has been living since twenty years ago. “Too long. It’s been too long that I almost forgot what I was like before twenty years ago,” he muttered aloud by accident. He forgot about the guards for a moment as he was too deep in musings that waylaid him from his desperate goal. When suddenly what brought his attention back was the fact that the guards who were silently standing have now focused on Fisk with their swords pointed at him forming a half circle. Fisk could still run away as his back was still clear, however he didn’t want to back down from the situation that could get worse. “Wait! You probably have heard of me! I am Fisk… you know…,”his voice choked and died out to a croak in nervousness even though he mustered all his desperation and courage. The guards had dead stone like eyes that seemed inhuman and deadly to Fisk. Fisk suddenly realized that things have gotten worse than he had originally thought. “Wait! Is the king really going so far as to keep anyone out by using golems! Why would the king go so far to keep everyone out by mindless puppets,” Fisk shouted in anger to no avail as there was nobody to hear him. Fisk dropped his cane in fear, Fisk no longer knew what to do. He had come to stop the situation that he feared was going to occur. The royal king was going to make a fatal mistake that could ruin not just the kingdom, but perhaps, no he would not think of it. “Rather I have to be worried about myself more than the kingdom right now, if I die here then perhaps it’s too late,” he mused morbidly. The golem guards crumbled instantly to white clay dust scattering the floor, Fisk meekly looked behind him to see who would’ve been generous to save him from the situation. Fisk could not help but cough as the clay cloud dust reached his throat. His eyes teared up for a moment from the dust, but he could still clearly make out the bulky figure of the guy who saved him. Fisk knew for sure that he has never set eyes on the bulky guy before, yet he was certain from the rumors the identity of the guy. The guy passed Fisk and unexpectedly bent down to pick up what was once four silver coins. The silver coins were now worthless melted bent pieces due to hitting the golem guards at high velocity.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

Fisk did not even see the coins hitting the golems and almost believed that it was done by powerful magic. Fisk quietly wondered how brute strength could shatter such powerful and magically created golems that only kings could afford to own. Those golems were top of the line, constructed for the king.

Fisk’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard the bulky guy’s voice, it was unexpectedly a soft sounding kind of tone for such a big muscly guy.

“I had nothing else on me to hit the golems,” grumbled the bulky guy, “Seriously, I just got these coins today for my month’s pay!” Fisk had nothing to say about the loss of a month’s pay, after all Fisk had only a few copper coins which could hardly compare to even a twentieth of a single silver coin. Fisk was ready to say sorry when the bulky guy spoke. “I guess as compensation,” the bulky guy spoke mischievously, “I will take these rich and lavish armor that the golems aren’t using anymore. Since the golems ruined my month’s allowance!” He reached out grabbing the royal guards’ clothes and armor that was scattered in the hallway. “Thanks for saving me,” Fisk murmured softly, amazed by the bulky guy’s carefree attitude.

(end of Prologue part 1, expect Prologue part 2 ~10pm tomorrow)