'Til Kingdom Comes - The Banished Prince Vol 3: The Prophecy

The End Of A Long Trip

"Goddammit, you little twerp... Wait till I get my hands on you...!" I shouted loudly to the green little being as I started to move forward and give a little chase after it.

The little green being was stuffing its face with bananas which I presumed had taken from the banana plantations in our town and now had been shaking its butt and running while disposing of the banana skin all over the place.

"Stupid little fella... Come here and tell me why am I in this state of a dream?" I screamed after it and tried to swerve my way through the numerous banana skins that were strewn across the floor.

Its neither a reality but I sure feel hurt when I got bombarded earlier...! That's what I wanted to relay but I had to keep my mind focus and I don't know why it's little rounded wiggly and twerking butt makes the most impression to itself. I just wanted to plant my foot on it indefinitely...!

Uurrgghh...!!!

Finally, the little twerking target was just within my foot reach and I swung at it as if I was making a kick at a football towards goal. I could almost hear the crowd cheering my name as I kicked at the twerking and irritating little butt, but the inevitable thing happened as expected.

As my right foot connected to the little grebe being's twerking butt, my left heel suddenly stepped on a piece of banana skin scrap, not the whole skin, mind you, but its just a wee bit piece that definitely went unnoticeable.

*ZZRRIIPP*

*SWOOSH*

These two sound coincided together and that might indicate that I had somehow ripped my pants into two...! Not only that, but the force of my kick also flipped me horizontally in midair before I fell on my back...!

*THUD*

*CCRRAASSHH*

The weight of the plated armour that I was wearing definitely helped to bring me to earth faster than ever and I was flailing my arms helplessly in the air, totally shocked and then went numb as I tried to grasp anything that was within reach.

"Ficken Scheiße...!!!" as I failed my arms helplessly in midair, I had landed squarely on my own butt, therefore sending a huge shock to my lower lumbar. With the force on my butt, I had lost control of my arms and failed to protect the back of my head as it slammed hard on the platform.

"Stupid little imp... I'm going to..." the next moment I knew was that I felt terribly stupid at falling down wearing my metal boots and slipped on a banana peel on a wooden platform and the next reason was I was forced to lose consciousness because of my stupid actions as well.

=*=

"I wonder if he could make himself useful after undergoing through such events. If not, it would be surely a waste of time, don't you think so, Max?"

"Yeah, Ceres, he better realise who he is before and what he had gone through for the past few years right after his first leap. If not for his continued demise ever so often, I guess we may have lost him for sure."

"By the way, Max, how are we going to help Sam out when he feels, acts and lived as Audemars Macleod, I mean the banished prince from Darlington?"

"Sigh... I have no idea right now. He is sure adamant from what he hears us talking about him, may even be constituted from a dream. To him everything is a dream but little did he know he had been jostled to and fro the past and future of his. Haishhhh..."

Max was a holographic sidekick that had been with Sam (also known for his many transmigration experiences in the past) for quite some years already while Ceres (a guidance system for the earlier part of Audemars Macleod in the period of Battle of Qodegh) appeared.

They had lost track of Sam's whereabouts ever since he had transmigrated into the soul and body of the current Audemars Macleod from the very beginning of existent. (from baby till now)

So without having any prior guidance, he had no recollection of being transmigrated or have travelled through a passage of time in a parallel universe.

Right now all he know was that he had never stepped into someone else's body, soul and mind at all. What left was his scar on this left upper arm that was caused by an imp in the last battle against the meat grinders (orcs) as Robin Hood...!

Due to the arrow being poisoned, he was lead to a healer who was Robin's relative and had performed bloodletting on the latter. Just before his passing, the latter managed to shoot an arrow out form an open window and fell into Little John's arms and breathe his last.

His leap before this was towards a battle of Qodegh, plus a series of combined experiences on and off the battle ground before he suffered a stroke outside the city walls where he was supposed to take over a blacksmith to meet the Ruler of Aermagh. (a long 152 chapters story that was really cut short into a single paragraph...!)

Right now, their issue was that the person before them didn't know he was a transmigrator at all but both Max and Ceres would not give up and try to render their assistance and existence through Audemars' subconscious mind.

Sigh... If only he wasn't transmigrated into a baby first, then everything shouldn't be too complicated. The only hope they have right now was Samuel the Seer.

=*=

I knew my kick had connected to the twerking butt of the little green imp... And because of that my left heel slipped in a banana peel and ended flying up violently and landed on my bum and head, making me lose consciousness...!

I heard voices of a male and a female and I could never see them but I could definitely hear them clearly. What they were talking was all about me.

I only got some scraps of their conversation but I didn't get the whole part. But the word transmigration, transmigrator, some weird name for a battle and some towns as well and the unmistakable word — Robin Hood.

Suddenly I awoke with a start and the first thing I did was to shout out for everyone's names. "HEATHER... WHERE ARE YOU? JAY-R...! AMY...!"

I was there still, sitting or slouching at the settee area right after my heavy lunch and dissatisfied with the crab that was full of shell.

I pushed my self off from the armchair and arris up and discovered I was back in my own clothes that I had worn the time when we had put last lunch as a family.

"DEAR...OUR BABIES ARE ASLEEP... HAIYOO... WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?!" Heather screamed back at me from inside the bedroom as she had finished packing the room.

She was totally surprised at my outburst and was suddenly calling for the twin's name as if they would reply to my calls. The next thing she knew was that I was already squeezing her close to me tight.

"I'm glad that you're alright, dear...!" after giving her a tight squeeze in my arms I rushed to the twin's room and found that they were peacefully asleep in their beds. I went over and touched their tender faces with my hands and they squirmed a bit when they felt my hands on them.

I looked around and found that the situation seemed to be normal and I rushed down, much to Heather's surprise as I went to inspect the rest of the rooms and started to call out for the pioneers' names. Soon, the pioneers were assembled within the domain and I was relieved to find that they were alright.

"Please arrange for an immediate conference later this evening. I have something that I need to discuss with all of you and bring Samuel, Andy Cole and Clayton Chadwell as well. There is something that concerns them as well."

I was glad to find everyone in one piece as I announced to them that I would be chairing a conference tonight and wanted to find out from them certain matters.

When Heather saw me frantically running around and organising some certain matters, she stuck off crabs as one of the dishes that she would not be prepared in the future at all.

Maybe I was intoxicated by the crab eggs and had been hallucinating and running frantically right after waking up from the heavy meal earlier. And it's a total waste of money to buy shells just to eat a paltry amount of meat from it...!