Being the NC

Chapter 10

Cornelius got to the Vikings palace after 9 days and nights of grinding. He knew he had no chance against these Vikings’ dark powers, so he deployed a smart plan to get rid of the Vikings and take back what was theirs.

“I would go into the palace when it’s really dark, and prowl my way through the palace, get to the king’s chambers, and slice his throat in half while he’s asleep. When the Vikings see their king is gone, they’d bow to me because they’ve got no one to rule them. Although, the king is one of the most powerful beings in the Vikings kingdom, and it would be back-breaking to get rid of him that easily. Nevertheless, I have to try”

Cornelius waited around the palace till it was dark. He had to do something at least.

“May the spirits put a hedge around me for protection” he said, tip toeing towards the gate, waiting for an opening.

Some moments later, a package was coming into the palace, and that was his way in. He got into the carriage, and got past the guards at the gate. As soon as he leaped out of the carriage, he had a gut feeling his path was a righteous one.

So many guards were on patrol that night, thus Cornelius had to be on guard. His senses were twice as sharp at night because of his powers, so he had no issues sneaking his way through the palace – he ran where he needed to, sauntered quietly where he needed to, and hid his a*s against a wall when it was necessary.

In no time, Cornelius was almost at the king’s chambers.

“I’ve got the package for his majesty” a servant said

“Good. Are you sure there were no mistakes” Dylan, most powerful and loyal Viking in the kingdom replied.

Dylan was the most faithful servant of the king, and he got rewarded for that. He handled all the affairs of the kingdom ranging from financial services to power. He was literally, the second in command.

“Everything is just as commanded by his majesty the king. I checked it twice to confirm. You can come with me to do a double check”

This was Cornelius way in to the king’s chambers.

“I don’t think the king is asleep. I can’t take him one on one with him widely awake. What do I do now?”

“I could start by sneaking into his chambers. I’ve not accomplished anything moping around, doing nothing. I’ve got to risk it” Cornelius added

He leaped at a slow pace, he gripped the door’s knob, and quietly opened the door.

“Thank the spirits the king is asleep. Foolish Viking” he said

(This is for Katherine, for my whole village, for the people you killed, and for me) he thought.

Cornelius tugged off his sword, and ran towards the king, attempting to slice the throat with it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” the king said with his glacial, stiff voice

“Oh you want to kill me” he continued.

The Vikings king stood up from his couch, on to the air. His legs were not touching the ground, and his eyes turned red suddenly, with his hair, as red as fire.

“Ha ha ha, you want to kill me. I am the Vikings king, the all powerful in the whole kingdom, my whole body becomes as red as fire when I’m angry, I’m the master of the earth, the wind, and fire. Gravity has no effect on me. You are nothing but a fly in the midst of wolves”

The Vikings king moved his hands, and however he moved it, so did Cornelius move. He put Cornelius in severe pain, dislocating his arm, leg and feet a few times, tossing him around like a piece of s**t.

Cornelius was defenseless. He could not even feel his powers. He felt like a chaff in the mighty wind.

“You fool. I was aware of your presence the instant you got into those gates. Carriages? Sneaking around? Ha ha. I saw them all, and I was waiting for you. I just didn’t know you’d have the balls to try to kill me. You think I’m the Vikings king just for fun?” the king’s eyes became more apparently red.

(Katherine apprised me of this but of course I didn’t listen. You’re an a-hole Cornelius, f*****g piece of s**t) Cornelius thought.

The king threw him against the wall back and forth, and Cornelius felt a great deal of pain.

“I won’t kill you if that’s what you’re scared of” the king gave out an evil grin

“I only want to know who you are and where you’re from, and why you thought you could take me down”

Cornelius was in a bombshell and couldn’t speak. He just hung on the air, looking numb

“Oh you can’t speak”

“He apparently can’t say much in that condition your majesty” Dylan came in from the chambers doors holding a silver plate, and placing in one of the tables.

“Perhaps you relieve him of this great pain he’s in now. He might be able to utter a few words” Dylan continued.

“Alright. Let’s hear what you have to say” the king snapped his fingers, leaving Cornelius hurling to the ground.

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“I’m Cornelius, one of the mighty princes of Alaskiriba”

“Alaskiriba…hmm…isn’t that the last village you and your soldiers defeated Dylan?” the king asked

“Yes your majesty. I guess we know where his rage is coming from” Dylan chuckles

“Keep going”

“I have nothing else to say” Cornelius blurted out

“I don’t see any reason why we shouldn’t chop his head off” Dylan suggested

“Put him in the dungeon. We might need his bravery soon” the king predicted.

(As soon as I left the king’s chambers for the dungeon, my heart pounded twice as fast. I could not perceive my powers anymore, I felt numb, and hopeless. The Vikings are way too powerful for anyone. Now I get it. We need the NC)

“We need the NC” Cornelius blurted out

“Keep your mouth shut, you scumbag” one of the guards said, s******g him on his butt

“I see you’re gay now” another guard pointed out

“What do you mean?” the guard who s*****d Cornelius replied

“You just s*****d his butt. Only gays do that.”

“Ha ha. Do you have a problem with that”

“Well…”

“If you have a problem with that, you should give a f**k about this too” the guard who s*****d Cornelius butt now grazed Cornelius pair of pants, looking for his manhood.

“What the f**k man” Cornelius cried out

“No one can hear you down here. You’re all alone with us. Lucky for you, I only want your d**k”

“Seriously!. You’re gay!” the other guard exclaimed

“Yeah whatever” he replied, leading Cornelius to his cell

“So what happens now” Cornelius inquired

“You stay in there, and keep your mouth locked up. Don’t bother trying to escape. The gates are made of metal, and isn’t your regular kind of metal back in your village or wherever the hell you came from” the guard who isn’t gay informed Cornelius

“What about gay dude over there. Doesn’t need my services any longer?”

“I get to decide that. Now keep it down” gay guard said

The palace dungeon was one of a kind. Not one person has escaped since inception, and it was remarkable. The Vikings had this as one of their strong suit. One thing was certain, Cornelius could be there for a lingering amount of time, and it wasn’t cool.