Spellbound by a Woodfairy

Chapter 1

"Your Highness!" Master Zhiyu said in a high tone, almost loosing it. He crested his finger tips on his forehead. He'd had enough.

"Yes Zhiyu!" The naughty teenager, about six feet tall replied nonchalantly. He'd been instructed to be ready for his class in the morning but had sneaked out of the palace to God knows where. Prince Jiehong dropped the hunting bag he had on his shoulders on the table in between them in the study.

"What is it by your time young man??" The middle aged tutor frowned as he trailed the boys amours.

"It's time for my lectures, please do your job and get out. I'm tired of seeing your old miserable face hag. What was it? Ummm" Prince Jiehong furrowed his brows.

"Just hold it" Zhiyu eyes the rude child.

"By our timetable, we have history… you told the creation story during our last session of history. Today's the eh??" Prince Jiehong winced, trying to recall. As he cracked his head to think, he drew out his chair and settled to sit face to face Zhiyu.

"I won't answer to a brat-"

"Huh, hag" Jiehong scoffed, "Tell the damn story and let's get this done. I didn't sign up to be schooled at home at will!!" He lashed out.

The temperature in the room boiled as both looked each other in the eyes, fed up of their attitudes.

"You" Zhiyu let out a laugh.

"You-'" Prince Jiehong joined in, pulling out his notebook in anticipation for today's story.

"Let's begin… I'm going to tell you a story you must have heard about, your parents and their parents lived in it. So listen closely…

Billions of years ago, planets were called globes in a different galaxy from ours where the Earth was located. Power control was the ultimate goal. There existed seven globes in the cosmos. The Witcher's globe, The Tinkpanthress' globe, the Blurb globe, The Alpha's globe, The Quariums globe, The Photo-saints globe and the Castes globe. They all revolved around the satellite of the cosmos.

They all once loved peacefully with the Tinkpanthress, an all-female clan possessing the cosmos power. They own the Orb which contains the most powerful magic in the whole of the Galaxy. For this reason, the whole cosmos, including its inhabitants, paid homage to them. The ruler of the Tinkpanthress, her Royal Highness, Queen Fēn, and her Queen, Hua, ruled with all prestige and compassion for all their subjects and neighbors, balancing the good and evil in existence.

The Tinkpanthress are a clan of fairies.

*We'd go into more detail about them as the story continues*

A desire to overthrow the cosmos' power had always sparked tranquility in the

minds of the Witcher clan. An all-male clan, farthest from the Tinkpanthress' globe. The darkest globe where powerful black magic was practiced. They are the rarest among all creatures and the littlest in number and army. They have always complained of oppression from the cosmos power and rebelled a few times.

At the last Assembly meeting in the Witcher's globe, a decision to change the fate of the orb and shake the whole universe, Earth's galaxy, and the other galaxies, inclusive, was reached.

The Witcher Globe is a clan of only male human-like creatures just like the fairies, and the Tinkpanthress but they do not use wands but possess power spell books, medicines, etc. They practice black magic. Though the Tinkpanthress are in power, they possess eighty percent of the cosmos knowledge and even know how the orb's powers are controlled far better than those in the custody of it. These creatures of only men have for years been strategizing.

After many years, the plot to take over the cosmos power would be fully realized.

"Your Highness, it is no longer far from us. You need to rest a bit. You've been making adjustments all night when you know it has already been finalized. Come take a nap"

The ruler of the Witcher's soothed his king who had refused breakfast but buried himself up in this war room.

He'd be up all night making adjustments on their battle map route all night, looking out for leaks and taking reinforcement.

"Why do you desire me to rest? I cannot rest. Now that it is closer, I see victory, I can smell it, do not distract me with your weak words, go prepare at once!" He shook off his partner's hands which rested on his shoulder and continued with what he was doing.

"You make me question your potency. Tonight is the night we capture that Orb and make the whole cosmos bow to our reign, stopping those pestilent women from their domination. I do not thirst for water nor hunger for food, until then" he said with determination.

"But my king, you need to take it easy. I am the one leading the army" he patted his back and retreated behind him.

"It's either you let me be, or get yourself useful. We strike soon"

"As it pleases you my king" he takes a bow but refuses to go away. There and then he took off his royal robe. They had shut all servants from coming into this room until they had concluded their planning which has to do with the study of the terrain. They were alone. No one dared come in.

The king Yìchèn took off his clothes, leaving his underpants only.

He walked over, behind the vicious-looking king, slowly but steadily. He spoke with his mouth behind the earlobes of his partner.

"Come let's lay together" he whispered into his ears, holding his hands tenderly.

"I'm busy" Mùchèn tried to fight the burning sensation boiling within him from the touch.

"You don't have to be, we need our bodies charged for tonight" Yìchèn whispered yet again. Mùchèn hesitantly took a glance at his partner and then back at the board with papers spread all over, which had the maps of the whole cosmos, with a more enlarged copy of the Tinkpanthress' globe. Then markers and pins, etc.

"I won't take no for an answer, seven nights, it's been seven nights. You have denied me of my conjugal rights, just for some stupid Orb?" He lashed out angrily.

"Some stupid Orb, huh?" Mùchèn flared up, using his hands to clear off the board, pushing everything to the floor. He rushed over to his naked partner in a bid to attack him. King Yìchèn stood still, unmoved, ready to take on the blow or whatever came with His Highness' wrath.

Mùchèn took hold of his partner's arms and locked it with his trembling mouth. Almost forcefully, devouring his lips, the latter was submissive, he responded accordingly, kissing back with hunger. They both began to savor each other.

"It's been days," King Yìchèn muttered with a hoarse voice. He lifted his breathless partner on the big table where the board was kept.