“Chief, there is a message for you.”
“Who is it from?”
“I don't know. It only says "URGENT."” The note was very mysterious to the Chief. “Shall I burn it?”
“Yes, burn it - especially if there is nothing else written on it. Don't burn the note if the writing changes, though.”
“You got it, Chief.”
“Thank you, Zanchez.”
Zanchez left the ornate Throne Room of the castle. The Throne Room had one shiny, golden, ruby-crowned throne for the Chief. The room itself was made of smooth, cold black marble with White Knights on a blood red carpet lining the way to the throne. There were Black Knights disguising themselves with the black marble, and a Gold Knight standing behind the throne. The aids to the Chief were dressed in blood red, except for one who wore black and carried a crystal staff. He was the Chief's wizard, Che-zam.
The Chief was bored of waiting for the aid to come back, and started to take himself to the fire pit, where he assumed that the note would be burning. A sudden explosion rocked the castle. Black Knights in the area rushed in to fight off a possible enemy. In the Throne Room the Black Knights, White Knights, Gold Knight, aids, and Che-zam rushed the Chief to safety, deep inside the castle. They took him through a maze of dark, dank, and disgusting corridors to another throne room. The room they arrived at looked exactly like the first. The knights took their places, as if they were in the real throne room. The aids and Che-zam followed suit.
A messenger came back to the underground throne room, reporting that the explosion had been the burning note, and that the note was obviously enchanted somehow.
“The explosion was the note while it was burning, we believe. I must have been enchanted,” the aid reported to the chief.
“Sir, we are ready to fight if we need to,” said the leader of the White Knights to the Chief.
“Your protection is ready, sir,” said the Black Knight leader, on the right hand of the Chief.
“The personal guard is here, sir,” reported the Gold Knight, standing behind the throne.
“All is ready for the attack on a possible enemy and defense of the castle. We are waiting for your orders, sir,” said Che-zam, facing the Chief.
“Very good,” said the Chief.
“What are your orders, sir?” Che-zam asked.
“I want to speak with Chitty,” said the Chief, rising from his throne.
“I am already here sir,” he reported. The Chief went to him.
Chitty was the Chief's professor, and knew just about everything - even magic. He could recognize the work of other magicians. This note was a real puzzler for him, though.
“What is it that you need me for, Chief?” Chitty asked.
“Chitty, please wait here for a minute,” the Chief said.
“Yes, sir.”
“Che-zam, can you go fix the castle for me? Bring Chitty if you need to.”
“I will not need Chitty for this, my liege.”
“Very well. Please fix the castle for me before our enemies find out and swarm in.”
“As you command, my liege.”
“Chitty,” said the Chief as Che-zam left, “I feel that there is something wrong in this kingdom of mine. I also feel as though the Boss is turning against me during this currently two-way civil war. What do you know about any of this?”
“Sir, the Boss is turning against you, and all three factions will soon have two fronts to fight on. I would send myself to one front and Che-zam to the other. It would be a huge advantage on our part. What would be better than having a wizard on each front, my liege?”
“I say having both wizards here to protect me would be better than having them on suicide missions. Personally, I think the idea of yours is dumb, even for you. You are one of the smartest people that I know, and I know you very well.”
“Yes, sir. I will not go to the front lines unless you order otherwise. That is certain.”
“That is my order to you and Che-zam. Ragnaroc, make sure that Che-zam gets that order.”
“Yes, sir,” Ragnaroc ran from the room in search of Che-zam.
“There is another message for you, Chief. It says the same thing as the last one did,” yelled one of the aids, running forward.
