Chapter 7 Curse

• Jamal Kunis POV
• My anger flared in me and I called one of my many servants. “Get me the Beta. We have combat training to talk about.”
• A few minutes later, the Beta entered. “You know if I hadn’t known you long enough, I would have guessed you were drunk,” Conrad joked. “What sort of combat training do you want to engage in in the middle of the night?”
• “Where did you get the girl?” I asked.
• “What girl?”
• “Don’t play dumb, Conrad.” There were quite a lot of things I needed to get off my chest and the tension I was feeling because of this human girl was one of them.
• “Oh. Methis, they call her.” Conrad moved around my room as he spoke. “From the land of the human. That’s where I found her. Just as you and the White Witch commanded. Is there a problem?”
• “Something tells me you chose her as a tease.” I stared deep into Conrad’s eye. Unlike Methis, Conrad stared back, unmoving.
• “I don’t get your meaning,” said Conrad to me.
• “Why does she look so much like the Black Witch?”
• “I did not create her. I don’t know.”
• “Are you messing with me?” my anger was near uncontrollable now as I took dangerous steps loser and loser to Conrad. Conrad still did not back down. “Is this the start of your mutiny?”
• Conrad scuffs. “Let’s get to combat training, shall we?” he said, waving off the topic of Methis I had just brought up. This made me angrier. “Let’s go to open field for the combat practice.”
• “No.” I held Conrad on by his shoulders. By this time, he had begun to catch on to my intentions. “We can do combat practice right here.”
• Conrad got the message and immediately tried to shield himself but I was quicker. One jab and he was flying across my room. He got back to his feet and lurched towards me in an attempt to escape but I was not having it now. I dodged his strike before tackling him to the floor and constraining both his hands behind his back.
• He then tried to negotiate peace. “What are you doing?”
• “What I should have done a while ago.” Then I began raining punches down on him, hitting him. Since his hands were constrained behind his back, the best he could do was to swerve his head from right to left, dodging the attacks to the best of his efforts.
• After about a minute of brutality, Conrad was able to break free and then stood on his feet. I reached for an antique staff from off the wall and swung it towards his head. Conrad did not dodge and it connected with him, I swung again and it hit, and on my third swing I stopped, observing Conrad as he stood and watched me without an attempt to fight back anymore.
• “Damn it, Jamal, do it for all I care. Do it for all I fucking care it won’t change a shit.” He was furious, so was I. “After everything, eh? I stood beside you every day for all your life being loyal to you. Being your bloody Beta. We fought the Dark Witch together when she deceived us.”
• “I fought the Dark Witch!” I yelled back at him. “It was my fight! I was deceived!”
• “Damn right you were deceived,” Conrad lowered his voice. He took a few steps closer to me as if wanting to whisper something important. “…but the entire pack went down hard with you, didn’t they?” the silence that followed his questions was deafening. “If I did not defect and follow the Dark Witch then when things were rough, why would I follow her now when we just discovered the solution to her curse?”
• My mind wanted to come back because I wanted to bring her back, but it could not. Somehow there was sense in what Conrad was saying. Before I could say anything, Conrad turned around and walked to the door where he stopped. Without looking back, he said: “The gods know I’ll do anything to protect you. You can have my head should I ever stand against you.”
• With that, Conrad exited my room and I was left alone with my thoughts. I have never heard him speak like that. I knew he talked like that because he was feeling deeply bitter about what had just transpired but in my state of mind, I could not care less. I still had my doubts about how he came across this girl and, maybe, just maybe, his motives.
• Methis matched the description of what the White Witch had required to break the curse: an 18-year-old human virgin. But surely there had to be many more 18-year-old female virgins than this one. Why her? I asked nobody in particular. Why Methis?
• Methis Delis POV
• It was quite early in the morning when I woke up. I sat at the edge of my bed, recovering from that usual dose of draught that was brought upon you by sleep once you awoke. While I sat at the edge of my bed, I looked around my room in awe. I still had not gotten wind of the fact that I was living in a room this spacious and filled to the brim with interesting things, half of which I had not even gone through completely and half of which I knew not what the name of or what their purpose was. For all I knew, they could be hiding, in here, an entire castle or a door to a secret chamber and I would know nothing about it until it was opened in my very before which by then I would still find it hard to reopen it if closed.
• My fancy thoughts did not last long unfortunately as the booze from sleep disappeared and just as one remembered dreams minutes after they woke up and had seen something relating to it, the memories of last night slowly started coming back to me like whiff of hot air in my brain, uncomfortable hot air.
• Last night, Jamal had tried to sleep with me and I refused him. Truth be told, I was scared of what might happened when we did it and what might happen after we did it. I was just scared of the entire process.