“How will King Zeddicus trust me?” The wizard of old was standing on top of a very high mountain. His long white beards were moving left because of the effect of the wind. In his right hand, a golden staff. He wore a white garment. The tail of the garment was rubbing the ground as the wind was blowing it. He looked into the sky. His eyes were b****y.
“What must I do?” He shouted. He raised his hands towards the sky and continued.
“I have been homeless till I got hold of the Carolyn rose. Now, I am powerful and Havant is my home.” He hit his staff on the ground and there was a clap of great thunder and lightning and there was a sound of cracking rock. He opened his left palm and the picture of King Zeddicus' cook came up.
“You are my first prey.” He laughed. “You are the most trusted of
