Some wizard love thing.

I screamed as these old people grabbed me. They looked like they were witches and warlocks. I was terrified. Where are they taking me? What do they want from me? One of them used a spell to knock me out. I woke up in a comfortable bed wearing comfortable clothing. There was a cup of water and a bowl of food next to me on a night stand. I didn’t realize how hungry I was, but I didn’t trust them. I don’t know if it was poisoned or not. Dark magic is untrustworthy. A young woman came in. She had white hair and yellow eyes. She wore a black dress. She was quite pretty, for a witch.

“Ah, you’re awake,” she said with intrigue in her eyes and voice. I didn’t trust her.

“W-where am I?” I asked.

She smiled. “At the Dark Sky coven castle of course.”

Dark Sky. The most evil coven in the world, responsible for a lot of the chaos going on.

I am SO dead.

The fear in my eyes gave it away.

“Have no fear my lady. You will be unharmed. Our Prime wishes to marry you.”

Ummm EXCUSE ME?!

“Uhhhhhh…”

“Does it not appeal to you?”

“NO!!! I don’t want to marry some creepy old guy!! Eww!!” I exclaimed.

She laughed a bit.

“Don’t be silly! The elders aren’t going to marry you. Our Prime is. We need a Lady Prime. Now come. We need to prepare you for your meeting with him.”

Before I could protest she dragged me to another room with other women. They did my hair and makeup. While trying to make conversation with me. I did some small talk. They exclaimed how beautiful I was and that their Prime would love me.

Great. I’m a trophy wife. Only wanted my looks. Once they were done, I took a good look at myself in the mirror. I looked stunning. Then I saw this beautiful black dress. They helped me put it on.

It was comfortable too. I was still scared to meet their… Prime, as they call him. He’s got to be some old, ugly, pedophile, warlock. Why else would he take a 17 year old girl?

We walked down a long hallway and came to two large doors. Two guards stood at attention there. They opened the door when they saw us approach. Inside was a large throne room. There were torches lit, dimly lighting the room. I could see a man on the throne. He held a staff with a black orb in one hand. His other hand rested on the throne’s armrest. The throne itself was elevated on at least ten steps. I could barely make out his features. I can’t tell if he was old or not.

“Is that my bride?” He asked. His voice was a dead give away that he’s most likely in his early twenties… maybe even 18.

“Yes Prime, this is your bride.”

He stood up and walked down the steps and into the dim light.

This dude was definitely in his early twenties. He was handsome as hell. Black hair swept over his eyes, black irises with white pupils, fair skin and not a single mark on his body. His eye however had that unfriendly and lustful look. With a wave of his hand the women left. I was alone with this handsome man.

“I take it your Prime?” I asked.

“Indeed I am. And you must be my bride.”

“Apparently so,” I mumbled. He laughed a bit.

“What’s your name?

“Natasha,” replied. “And you?”

“Sol,” he answered.

My heart stopped, I froze. I know that name. Everyone does.

Sol is the most powerful dark wizard in history. He’s known as the wizard of chaos and is referred to as the Evil Sorcerer. He rules his own empire consisting of ten kingdoms that fell under his command. Everyone lives miserable lives while he lives in luxury. Any rebellions that happened were crushed instantly. It’s rumored that he doesn’t want to rule but does it anyway for his own entertainment. He sees his empire as a game and the people as the pieces.

He smiled at me, but not a genuine smile, a cold smile, he obviously enjoys my squeamish behavior at the moment.

“You must be hungry. I was informed that you didn’t eat much.”

“I didn’t. I was afraid it was poisoned,” I admitted. He laughed a bit and got uncomfortably close to me. He pulled me close to him. I was surprised to feel such a warm embrace from someone like him.

“Now why would I poison you Natasha? You’re my wife,” he said calmly.

“We aren't married,” I informed him.

“Not yet,” he said. “But I don't want to wait for our marriage to claim you.”

Before I could protest, he teleported me into his room started kissing me, passionately. How is he such a good kisser? I couldn't help myself and soon became lost in his passionate embrace as I let him claim me.