Goldest and the Kingdom of Thorns Read Free

from thorn wreaths, but was secured tightly around his thick neck with a purple cloth which hung short, not down into the chest like most of the Monks. He stood like an emotionless stone statue, which gave him an air of coldness.
    The handsomeness of Theo, with his bluish dark eyes and long bluish lashes, made his heartless character unbelievable and unreal. He stood strong and firm against the riders. His cold, stern looks took in the clumsy Imbecile as he fell.
He is more than a disgrace to us Monks here, nothing but a piece of clutter on the floor to pick up all the time
, Theo thought cruelly to himself.
One day I shall rid our kingdom of this oaf
!
    The seven riders bowed their heads to Theo. Theo respectfully bowed his head in acknowledgment to the arrival of his other Brothers, addressing each by name as he bowed his head towards that Monk, and that same Monk under that name, bowing his head in respect towards their ruler and leader.
    “Octagon, Onion, Imbecile, Alme, Xnug, Pentangle, Ebrix,” Theo stated respectfully, pausing only slightly before saying the name of Imbecile.
    Octagon stepped forward and bowed his head in acknowledgment towards his other Brothers in the main castle hall, addressing each by their name as hebowed his head towards that Monk, with that same Monk under that name bowing his head in respect towards Octagon.
    “Theo, Uhl, Meek, Emm, Oxon, Radish, Sicar, Asp, Bean, Sooth, Musk, Oog, Algee,” Octagon stated respectfully.
    “The hour is late. What befell you?” Theo asked suspiciously.
    The Monks in the room set aside their work with the herbs as they all listened intensely with curiosity.
    “The Kingdom of the Sacred Mushrooms was discontented to see our kind there. The sacred mushrooms were pulled with much resistance and took time and all of our strength,” Octagon replied.
    Meek took a deep breath and remarked, “Afraid of what we might take from their kingdom, I see.”
    “No! Afraid of what us ancient Monks and Shamans are capable of concocting with what we take from their kingdom!” Theo corrected Meek.
    Meek bowed his head with respect to Theo, making known he acknowledged the correction for fear of Theo’s wrath by the simple statement made by himself.
    The fearless Alme chuckled. “After all, are we not known for our unusual magic, alarming rituals and rites that we perform from time to time?” Theo walked over to the coarse, brown cloth bags. He opened a bag. Instantly, menacing steam rose from the opening of the bag. Theo curled up his nose at the evil stench.
    “The bags are filled with amanitas – most with the death angel,” Octagon warned Theo.
    “So, best not smell too deeply, my Brother. Or we shall have to spend the night bringing you out of yoursilent, poisonous oblivion,” Oxon added to the warning.
    Theo snickered sinisterly as evil intent filled the air of the castle room.
    “Now, what was the purpose of this mission for you, my Brother?” Onion asked Theo with apprehension rising in his veins.
    Theo stepped away from the brown bags and the stench. “We all have been discontented, dissatisfied with our own dreary, bleak Kingdom of Thorns. We planted, grew and cultivated the Tooth Warrior Army for the Tooth Fairy Princess for herself and her Kingdom of the Calcified Structures. I redeem it is our time to grow our own Warrior Army and take on a more beauteous kingdom.”
    Oxon, earnestly cutting in as he bowed his head with respect to Theo, corrected him. “Worthy of us Monks, Brother.”
    An angry Meek jumped at Theo with words. “But that’s absurd, Brother! Our past ancestors are from this kingdom. Our roots belong here! This is where we were taught, groomed in our ancient magic and healing rituals.”
    “Really, Theo, who cares about beauty?” Pentangle smirked. “It’s
power
that we should go after! What with our skilled minds, we should be able to take on any kingdom!”
    Octagon was flabbergasted. “But what of the innocent? What of the