The Untamed

Chapter seven

King Andrew's pov.

Lin's kingdom is a total opposition to Akanji's. While Akanji's is glistering, Lin's is darkening. His kingdom lacks almost any technologies...The Stone Age Castle he has. 

Well, he's never been the one to fancy the work of science, except for the weapons it could produce. He could learn science for just that. 

I pay static attention to his explanation of how the Werewolves will be taken down. There's a big board on the floor, where our target —the Werewolves — is fixated by a little statue of yellow, a colour relating to the glowing of their eyes. And other symbols used for signing the hills and water marks, and lands which we'll cross to get to them.

Lin has recovered himself about an hour ago, fully recovered and he has apologized for shaming Kara for the kind of specie she is, though he mentioned that in the next meeting, he will still say out his mind even if he'll get punished for it...again. Now, the five of us are in the strategic room, as Lin is using a really long stick to point to his place of address on the board. Moko, and Clark are on one side, while Akanji, Lin and I are on the other side, the board is between us. I stand next to Lin, by the way.

"The distance to the Werewolves camping site is about three miles, and since they are not much there, we would kill them all in a m******e formation, leaving them so that when the rest of their pack comes to pick them, they'd find their dead bodies instead, and they will know better than to camp near to my Kingdom." As he says, his eyes wanders from me to the rest of the kings.

He look down to the board, "here is the hill they are hiding around, downside to it actually. There will be guards at the top of the hills, but we'll outsmart them, and sneakingly, we'll get rid of them. Andrew, Akanji, and Clark will go ahead so they can watch the camping site from a hiding position and find the right time for us all to attack. By then, Moko and I will have finished the first guards."

Clark raises his hand, pausing Lin in result. "We work together, Lin, meaning that we should fight the guards together, not you and Moko." 

Lin shakes his head, and his eyes meet Clark's. "I have my reasons. In case we need the use of bending, we can't risk you using your fire, it's so noticable that the other members will realize that something is wrong. But with earth bending, we can take them out silently without even shaking the earth at all." Clark hums, reasoning Lin's talk.

Yes, it is true. Moko has those earth bending tricks that he'll use to attack his opponent without even disturbing the earth in the process. 

"Just know buddy, I've got your back when it comes to this." And Lin nods, agreeing. I don't want to start with the relationship between Lin and Clark, but trust me, the both of them will never ever leave each other. I'm sure Clark must be itching to fight me back when I attacked Lin, but only stopped due to the anger I was in then. At least, I am a bit calmed at this time. But if it was during earlier, I would have punished Clark as well, assuming he had stopped me whilst dealing with his "buddy"...yeah, there's an emphasy there. 

"Ready yourself guys, we are about to fight our arch-enemies." That's what the Werewolves became to us after the unbalance began, and every one separated. They became a specie that will always be the one to hit us twice in the back when others are doing it once, and seldomly.

They reply me with a low growl, before the room vacates of any being except me. I look down at the board, and step my foot on the spot, exactly upon the yellow little statue, crushing it. My eyes glows as I stare at the exit door, and I run, going to my room in the fifth Kingdom.

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Kara's pov.

I couldn't sleep anymore. I have been shuffling around on the bed, not being able to achieve any sleepiness. I sit up, and beat myself on the thighs out of frustration, and growl out at myself, making sure it's whisperingly made though. 

I sighs, and look around the room. I see nothing to occupy me. My mind goes to the cinematheque, but I recall that I never ask Daisy how to operate the screen, and play a movie. I am rubbish in this middle of the night. I smack my hand against my forehead, and with a huff, I snatch the duvet away from my body, and stumblingly get off the bed, angry at myself. I feel like rubbish and I don't even want to take a glance at the mirror by my side, hung to the wall.

Exhaling exasperated-ly, I pick Mr Seth's journal off the cabinet, and stride to the living area of the wing, passing by the balcony and Andrew's room in the process. My mind grows a sudden distaste for this area, it's as if something is leading me and my eyes roam to see the door at the down path. Andrew took me there once, where he gave me that necklace and showed me his coffin, where he used to sleep before he found me and could sleep on a bed. I feel somewhat triumph that I did have an affect on him. 

Entering the place, the door jams close, unnerving me as a result, and I yelp. I continue on my track, wanting to face my fears as I feel like this place is a perfect reflection of what Andrew was in the beginning, and what he is now, at the present. 

The torn pictures of his, and cloths of some symbols are being stepped upon by my feet. I pass by the flags of past human kingdoms he has won against, and defeated. I had to weave my way past the cobwebs that's grown on the pathway, and when I get to the coffin, I stop. I see the box, where he took the necklace out from that day, and my hand goes to my neck to feel the texture. I breath out, and slide my finger across the coffin, a mud of dust attaching to my skin. I clean it off and look for somewhere cozy to seat. Though, as much as the place is creepy, the warmness that I strangely feel in here makes it even creepier and at the same time, welcoming. Once seated, I open the book and search for the chapter titled The Blood, The Bond, and The Black day.