A WITCH Tale

Summary: An emotionally lost Rebel Leader finds himself thrust into the world of the new guardians. Passion for one and respect for the others could be his only saving grace. If he allows it to happen. WillxCaleb

A WITCH Tale

The place was Meridian. It was dark, almost zapped of all its color. Everything was slowly dying. All the destruction was at the hands of the King of Meridian, Phobos. In his mad pursuit of more power, he’d enslaved most of his people. The ones who weren’t enslaved were taxed heavily. Everything belonged to Phobos, save for the clothes on their backs.

Meridian, in Caleb’s eyes was pass the point of fighting for.

The people of Meridian waited for their saviors. They’ll spend the majority of their lives waiting, he thought bitterly. The guardians were old women, probably long dead. Finding the King’s long lost sister was next to impossible.

Caleb did not understand why they wanted to find another ruler. He did not want to bow down to any man, woman, or beast. Not anymore. He wanted everyone to be equal in standing. In his eyes trading an evil ruler for a good ruler, still left the majority oppressed.

He never spoke his thoughts aloud. He was the rebel leader. The people of Meridian looked at him as a beacon of light in the darkness.

Fools they all were. He hated the rebels. He hated Meridian. He hated it all.

No one could guess his true feelings. He hid behind smiles, unparalleled leadership, and a cocky attitude. Women adored him. Loved him. Revered him. Lusted after him. Men respected and feared him. Pastlings and other creatures pretty much worshiped him.

Why did they all refuse to see him for what he was? He was a man Hell bent on revenge. King Phobos, that spoiled piece of filth, had his father killed right before his eyes, when he was a boy of four. And what they did to his sweet mother, he’d never forget or forgive.

His father was the original rebel leader. He did much for the people of Meridian.

One of the rebels gave his name up to King Phobos for grain and a good milking cow.

The people of Meridian closed their windows and doors as Caleb and his parents were dragged from their home. They turned a blind eye as his mother screamed for help for her child, for mercy for her child.

Mother was an outsider. They never liked her. They did not think she was worthy of his father’s love. Not that they would have helped if she were one of them. Cowards . . .

King Phobos, known as Prince Phobos then, made Caleb watch his father be tortured. Made him watch his precious mother be violated by his soldiers. Made him watch as he cast a spell to send his dying mother back to her world.

They took Caleb back to his house. Days later, the rebels came for him. They’d been hiding amongst the people, blending in like white on snow. They showed up days late to save his soul. Cowards…

His best friend, Aldarn’s family took him in. The rebels all tried to be substitute parents. Raised and groomed him to be the next rebel leader. The next sacrificial lamb. He wanted for nothing.

Did they really think spoiling him would make him forget? He’d show them all. Caleb, the rebel leader, had no loyalties.

Fifteen Years had passed since the death of his parents.

Come and get me Cedric, he thought pretending fatigue as he rested against a tree. King Phobos’s right hand lizard gave chase. Earlier, Caleb killed a few of Phobos’s henchmen.

The game was set . . .