Chapter Twelve (Tyr)

I entered the throne room and approached the King, bowing at the foot of the stairs leading up to the royal seats. Surprisingly, my brother and the Queen were not present.

“Were you successful in your mission, son?” he asked.

“I was sire, they are waiting on the other side of the door.” I answered him.

He nodded at one of his guards, who left the room in a rush.

What was going on? I thought as my father spoke again.

“Are you sure they are the sisters from the prophecy and not some wenches that have tricked you?” he accused.

“The Goblins believe they are, and to be honest, they have the abilities that the prophecy speaks of.”

He nodded as he stroked his long black beard in thought, his blue eyes sparkling as ideas formulated in his grotesque mind. His hair had random braids in the front and fell loose in the back.

“What abilities have they shown you?” He finally asked.

“They have each demonstrated their abilities to some extent, control of fire, water, air and earth was witness