YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT

LEAVE HIM BE, HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT WE ARE

NO… THE BOY… HE HEARS US…

I sat up in a pool of sweat, breathing heavily. I anxiously checked my surroundings. Nothing here but trees. I must’ve fallen and hit my head. But when did I go to forest? Was there a forest near where I lived? Where did I live? Who…? Who am I?

I put my hand on the nearest tree to pull myself up, but my hand was ghostly and pale. Instead of gripping the dark wood, it went right through. I tried standing up again, and this time it worked. But instead of stopping at a normal height, I kept going. Through the trees and leaves and birds. I towered over the forest. I outstretched my hands, to find long, bony, translucent arms. My fingers were like knitting needles belonging to a giant. I couldn’t see my feet, just the giant hole where my stomach should be. But I wasn’t scared. Was I supposed to be scared?

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE BOY?

“UNLOCKED HIS POTENTIAL”

HE ISN’T READY! HE WASN’T READY!

LITTLE SNEAK DESERVES IT! LISTENING WHERE HE DOESN’T BELONG!

I looked for the voices, they were nowhere. I took a giant step, and my lanky legs rose out of the forest. My knees were the same translucent grey as the rest of me, but speckles of red covered them. I followed the blood up my legs, to my hips, my chest and then to my hands. When had they become covered in red? Why was the blood so thick? Who’s blood was it?

WHO’S BLOOD IS THAT?

That was my own voice, booming across the forest. I hadn’t tried to say the words, but I had.

NO! TURN HIM BACK! WE MUST NOT LET HIM SEE US! WHEN HE IS READY WE WILL COLLECT HIM!

Atrocious pain filled my head, like I was being bludgeoned with hundreds of rocks. An argument erupted from the three voices.

NO-

HE IS TOO-

WE WILL-HIM

HE IS-

STOP

The voices stopped, shocked I had been able to command them with such power in my voice.

WHO AM I?

There was silence, before all three voices chorused:

OUR NEW KING