Magic Kingdom for Sale

[Lexavier]

Magic Kingdom for Sale [Closed for Matt1977]

It was somewhere. Somewhere between nowhere and anywhere. A place that existed that had no earthly right to exist. A Land of verdant greens and lush forests, of trickling brooks and raging waterfalls. A Land of beauty and tranquillity. A Land of Magic. It was in the very soil, in the trees, in the beasts and in the people. Kingdom had them all, Elves and Dwarves, Trolls and Goblins, Celestials and Demons, you name it - it had a home here. But for all its wonder and majesty, it was a dangerous place. Cities had to constantly safeguard against the wilderness, the peasants were on the verge of revolting and an ancient Dragon was ravaging their homes and livestock. Life here in Kingdom was bleak.

A high pitched shriek echoed from the most iconic structure in Kingdom. The Royal Castle that stood solitarily in the centre of the whole Land. It's mossy stone walls were showing signs of decay and the surrounding village was long since abandoned. Another angry cry lifted the birds from the roof of the tower, sending them squawking into the air.

"How dare you! This is my family's castle, you have no right!"

"Now now Princess," the man sneered, his voice twisting the title with contempt making it sound more like an insult. "Be reasonable, the castle is becoming unstable, there's no one else left but you and a few... retainers. Pass the Land to me, I'll make sure you're comfortable, I swear it."

The woman clenched her slender hands into balls of anger. The man didn't believe, no-one did anymore, except her. Not even her companions really, they only stayed because of her. She inhaled deeply, feeling the courage that her ancestry was noted for. "I said No!"

The Man's fake smile slipped away in an instant. "You foolish girl!" he snapped. "You and your family before you. The law that your great Grandfather passed has killed this land. Why can't you get it through your thick head, no-one is coming. The Land of Earth is a myth. There will be no more Kings, and you will waste away in this castle alone, just like your Mother did."

The Girl's face turned purple, literally her whole body turned a deep purple as her rage made her lose control of her abilities. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she glared with her yellow orbs. "Get... Out..." she said, trying to keep her voice level. The Man backed away with a start, before composing himself and bowing slightly, mockingly. In a flurry of red robes, he disappeared through the door, his sandled footsteps echoing down the stairs.

The Princess' skin returned to a flush pink, her hair turning from the purple to soft golden locks. The tears still stained her pretty face as she slumped down on the bed to sob into the pillow. A few moments later the door softly clicked open and a kindly old man in a simple black robe sat silently beside his charge, gently stroking her hair.

She allowed this for a few minutes, letting her swim in the memories of being a child. But she could not linger, she was a woman now. She pulled herself up into a sitting position and tried her best to smile, but it did not last long on her face. "Oh Balti. What are we doing? Perhaps Hiphotto is right, maybe this is all a fantasy."

The old man couldn't help but smile. "I will tell you what I once told your Mother. The great Wizard was never wrong, and you must stay strong, for the good of the Land." And with that he embraced her gently.

 

[Matt1977]

He forced his eyes open when the scream from his alarm clock drilled its way through his skull, the excesses from the night before weighed heavy on his body and mind. Reaching towards his bedside table he takes a few swipes at his alarm clock before he manages to silence its shrill call.

As his eyes adjust to the new day he sits up and takes a cigarette from a packet beside the clock, once lit it hangs limply from his lips as he trys to recall the events from the night before. He remembers going to yet another high society party, another boring evening of boring people talking about how much they have made and how much they are worth, he hated their superficial ways their crass financial conversations. But attending these gatherings is expected of him, as the heir to his father fortune. Thank god for good whiskey and willing women, the only things that made those types of functions bearable.

He extinguished his cigarette and sat on the edge of his bed for a few moments, collecting his thoughts before making his way to the bathroom to wash off the smell of cigarettes and scotch that still clung to him from the previous. Standing in his bathroom he examined himself through bleary eyes, his body still looking good for a man in his mid thirties, slender but nicely toned some how lifes excesses hadn't caught up with him yet. Stepping out of his shorts he stepped into the shower the water washing away his hang over, his mind started to wonder, his thoughts are on the women from last night, their tight black cocktail dresses showing off their slender figures, as the warm water falls over his body his manhood begins to stir and he loses himself to fantasy.

The sound of his letter box slamming shut snaps him out of his self indulgent daze, turning off the water he grabs a towel and goes to the door to see what had arrived. Looking down he sees only one letter lying on the mat, 'oh god another bloody invitation' he mumbled to himself and he reached down to pick up the cream coloured envelope with his named embossed on the front in gold leaf. 'Funny' he said to himself as he realised that it only bore his name and not his address, hand delivery was not the norm with his social set.

Walking towards his kitchen he peels open the fancy envelope and pulls out a piece of folded paper and along with it a small rusty old looking key. 'What the hell' he exclaimed as he unfolds the letter.

“Dear Matt

Congratulations on your purchase of the Kingdom.
Please come to Kingdom Manor on Citadel Lane
to complete your transaction.”

Matt stood bemused the hang over still coursing around his head. 'This must some sort of wind up' he muttered. Then it started to come back to him. Last night after he had gotten home the advert in some society mag, “kingdom for sale”. He started getting flashes of going to some website, 'god how much did I spend? And what fucking kingdom have I bought'

“only one way to find out” he thought and made his way back to the bedroom to get changed.
Pulling on a fine black suit and white cotton shirt he made his way out of his flat and climbed into the drivers seat of his favourite sleek black sports car.

After programming the address into the cars sat nav it took him little more than a hour to drive out of the city and to arrive at Kingdom Manor. High stone walls surrounded the old slightly dilapidated ancient looking building, aeons worth of ivy crawled of its exterior almost covering the many windows. 'oh shit' Matt said out loud 'what the hell have I done'. Climbing out of the car he made his way to the front door, with the key in hand, his feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement seemed to wash away his hang over. Reaching out he tried the key in the lock of the old wooden door, 'fuck it' he cursed when he couldn't get it to fit.

At that moment the door swang open with some speed and force and standing there dressed in a tatty grey robe was an elderly looking man.

 

[Lexavier]

The Great Wizard summoned his dark and powerful magic, felt it tingle through every fibre, letting it build and course through his system. His fingertips snapped and sparked with static, the air hummed. His grey beard shivered as he spoke the words. Dark black clouds billowed around his feet as he raised his glowing staff, the mystical phrases tumbling forth with practised ease as a sudden pulse of energy shook the very foundations......

There was a hiss as the egg yolk slipped into the hot pan.

The old man grinned mischievously to himself as he watched from the other side of the room as breakfast began cooking itself. He opened the paper again, wiping sweaty hands on the front of his dirty grey robe.

When breakfast once finished, he took a stroll though his vast grounds. His manor was situated away from prying eyes and covered several acres. He often liked to walk through the carefully cultivated gardens, it reminded him of home.

One of his many strands of magic sparked, a silent alarm that someone was approaching. He turned his direction and made for the front entrance, it wasn't far from where he was and there was only one person he was expecting today.

As he approached he heard someone trying the lock and he smiled to himself. It was the right person after all, not one of those stupid charity workers or door to door salesmans. The last salesman came tried to sell him home insurance, he very nearly turned him into a garden Gnome for his pond.

He gave the door a shove, putting a little magical energy into it, snapping it against its hinges with a bang. He regarded the man through narrow eyes. This is the person the advertisement had found, this .... whelp? Still... he could sense the potential, it was risky but it was there. Not for the first time in his life, the Great Wizard doubted his decision, but it was the only course of action he could take.

"Whuzzat? Whaddya want?" he announced grumpily.

 

[Matt1977]

Matt stared Blankly at the old man for a few seconds unsure at what to say. He could help thinking that he looked old than the house itself.

'Um I ah' he stammered

The old robed man just eyed him expectedly.

'Look its like this' Matt continued 'I think I might of bought this place via some website after seeing an advert in a magazine last night, then this morning I get a letter through my door telling me to come here and this' Matt held out the key for the old man to veiw.

'But ive know real idea what the hell is going on to be honest mate, im not sure if this is my place or what, and if you dont mind me asking who the hell posted this through my door and who are you?'

 

[Lexavier]

The old man stared at him with an impassive, annoyed expression. He regarded the key and the obnoxious youth that thrust it in his face. He sighed and rolled his eyes. This boy could not be a worse candidate, yet the potential sparkled around him like an aura. It couldn't deny that fate had brought this man to his door, so he had to give him a chance.... just like the others....

"Come with me." The Wizard grumbled, leaving the door open behind him as he wandered up the path to his house. He didn't have to glance over his shoulder to tell the boy was following him. He entered his manor and wandered through to a comfortable albeit unfashionable lounge. Two sofas sat opposite each other and a magazine sat neatly on the antique table between them.

He sat down with an old man groan and flicked open the magazine, glancing up at the boy as he entered his living room. "Sit down." he told the boy as he turned to the page that contained his advert.

~^~^~Magic Kingdom for sale~^~^~

Enter a world of Magic and Myth,
Dragons and Damsels,
Monsters and Glory.

Escape from it all and become the King of your very own Magical Land
$1'000'000 - no refunds
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A small image of a castle sitting amongst a village, surrounded by lush forest land sat in the centre of the small advert at the bottom of the page. There was a telephone number at the end.

"You rang this number. You paid in full over several dozen credit cards. You gave your address to which a letter was posted containing details for your arrival and your subsequent departure to Chyandour. The Kingdom is not this house, it is a real land of Magic. You can leave any time you are ready within the next 72 hours, any time after that and you'll not be allowed access. There are no refunds. Once you arrive in Chyandour, you can return back here but that will be it, you will not be allowed back into Chyandour. Have you got any questions?"