The throne room was quiet as he walked in, all the subjects bowing their heads in both fear and respect. Not even a single sound was heard, only the sounds of his boots, as they marched against the concrete floor. The aura could be felt - that deadly aura. And that was, perhaps, one of things that brought him so much respect and fear from people. His hands were crossed behind his back as he walked in and sat on his high throne. But the subjects dare not lift their heads, not until he permits them to. "Long live the King" they chorused as soon as they noticed him sitting. There was a long silence, as he rested his chin and touched his lower lip with his thumb. There was not a single person in the hall, that he was older than. He was just 28, yet gained so much respect. "You may rise" he finally gave the command and they lifted their heads, in relief. He didn't stare at any of them, but they knew what was next. Shortly, he was brought in - the injured guard. He limped painfully, his hand over his hurting belly, until he got closer to the throne and knelt in front of the young King. "Long live my King" he did the normal routine, his head bowed. But one could tell he was in pains - and not just pains, but fear as well. "I'm sorry, My King. But we lost her. We tried all we could to capture her, but she used her powers on one of my men, turning him against us. And in the end, everyone of them died. I'm the only survivor" he explained with hard gulps. He was as scared as a man close to death could feel. The subjects had so many thoughts running through their minds, but they dare not murmur - not when they were in front of the King. King Caesar was silent for a long while. "You're trying to say....you lost her?" he finally spoke up, his voice so calm, words so soft. "Yes, my King. Forgive my incompetence". King Caesar stood up and walked gracefully to the table behind the throne. His steps were slow, but smart. "You went on a mission with 8 men - to capture a single lady. Yet, only one of you returned". He said lowly as he touched the weapons on the table. The guard was almost shivering. For a long while, there was silence, suspense. But not until he spoke out. "You're worst than a failure". And with that, he took a dagger and turning swiftly, he threw it right at him, in such an incredible way, it landed straight into his chest. He groaned as blood oozed from his mouth. And in a split second, he was lying on the floor. Cold. And dead. Cold shivers ran through the veins of the subjects, as they whimpered in fear, praying vehemently they don't victim at all. King Caesar, his hands crossed behind his back, walked back to his throne and took his seat. "Take more men" he said to the two guards in the room. "Go in search of the confessor. I want her found by all means. "No matter what, make sure she doesn't die. I want her alive". He paused and took in q deep breath. "I have so many plans in store for her". Silence. "Yes, My King" the guards bowed and left. * * Her name is Isabelle. And she's the last confessor - the last of her kind. Of course, they were more than that. But, not until her village was ambushed few days ago by the King's guards, and every one of her kind died. All the confessors were killed. The confessors - they were females with special powers of compulsion. They had the ability to turn a man into their slaves and do every single thing they desire. And it'd go on for as long as the confessor was alive. King Caesar was a victim of this. He was a slave to one of the confessors and worshipped her. All he could think of, day and night, was pleasing his mistress. The confessor was not all that nice, as she made him kill his parents. He had no control of himself and didn't know what he was doing. But finally, the spell was broken and he coming back to his senses, he realized all that he's done and lost. He realized how he'd been in bondage for years, and even killed his own parents. It broke him. He mourned for months, trying to get over it, but couldn't. The confessors had fled and went into hiding, but unfortunately, their hideout was discovered - somehow- and they were ambushed. Every one of them died, except her - Isabelle. She was the sister to the confessor who had enslaved the King and she was the only one lucky enough to escape. Although, her sister was thought to be dead, but her body was yet to be found. Isabelle tried all she could to hide from the King, but it turned out impossible for her as the King hunted her tirelessly. But what was the vengeful King's plans for her? Was her sister really dead? And would she remain the last of her kind forever?

Chapter 1 0ne

She ran through the woods, panting heavily, her back already aching.

they were almost closing up on her, and she knew she needed a way to distract them, to get rid of them.

Her breath was already faltering, and running pass a hole, she came out to another part of the forest where she slided to a big tree and hid behind it.

Her white garment was already stained and she tried to pack them up so no traces would be found when the guards come running by.

Her plan was to hide behind the tree and pray the guards run pass her, without seeing her. Because she couldn't afford being found.

She breathed heavily as she leaned against the tree, and soon, their sounds of their boots were heard. She shut her eyes and prayed fervently they continue running without seeing her, but to her outmost disappointment, she heard them stop.

Oh! Damn it.

She opened her eyes, still panting and wondering why they stopped running. Could it be possible they've found her?

"Come out, little confessor" she heard the thick voice say and recognized it to be the chief guard.

"We know you're here - somewhere. And we're definitely gonna find you".

Her heart raced so fast. How did they find out?

"The King is never gonna rest until he finds you" his voice persisted, but she knew it was only a tactic to distract her until they find her. She knew they were perhaps, tracing her steps or something.

"He's placed a bounty on your head already - 100 pieces of silver. You have nowhere to go,confessor. Everyone in the village wants you. So, I'd suggest you come out now, and we take you to the king peacefully. It's pointless, running away, when you'll still get caught.

"You're already the last of your kind".

That sentence got at her as she flipped her eyes open and felt so much rage.

The last of her kind -

Then, she recalled everything that had happened - how she lost her entire family - her sisters.

Isabelle knew she was no more safe when she heard footsteps become closer and taking a brave step, she sprang on her feet and started running away - running away from her shield and out to the open - risking herself to the guards.

The guards noticed her and the leader yelled:

"After her!!!!"

Everyone charged, and in a split second, 8 men were chasing her again.

She had no idea what to do, or how she was gonna get rid of them, but she continued running anyways, her heart racing so fast.

Suddenly, one of them aimed an arrow at her. And unfortunately for poor Isabelle, it went right into her leg.

"Argh!!!" She shrieked as she fell on the floor, the arrow stuck in her right leg.

She looked behind and the guards were fast approaching. She winced in pains.

She stood there on the grassy floor, her leg hurting like hell. Then, she closed her eyes and laid completely, like she had passed out.

The guards ran tirelessly and finally got to where she was - the young pretty confessor.

They stared at her for a few seconds and confirmed she wasn't awake.

"Is she dead?" One of them asked, but got no reply.

The arrow was still in her leg.

The chief guard studied her face properly, then took some steps closer.

His eyes never left her pretty face and slowly, he squatted in front of her.

Her long dark hair was scattered all across her face.

He was about bringing his finger to her nostrils to see if she was still breathing, but that was the trick. As unexpectedly, the confessor's eyes went open and she grasped his neck, locking his eyes into hers.

Everything happened so fast, the guards weren't quick enough to take action. And in less than five seconds, the eyes of the chief guard changed to black, same with Isabelle. They changed back to normal afterwards, but it had already been done.

He was confessed.

Isabelle let go of his neck as she fell back to the floor weakly. Using her powers weakened her.

"Get her!!" One of the guards around yelled and they all charged towards her, but the chief guard stood up immediately and faced them, his eyes flashing with anger.

"You'll not harm my mistress" he said with gritted teeth and they looked at each other, confused.

"He's been bewitched by the confessor. Get her!!" The guard gave the order, still and it became a one man to 7 men battle.

The chief guard brought out his sword and faced them, fighting with his life.

He wasn't gonna let them harm his mistress, not while he was still breathing.

He had the power of 3 men and was more experienced then them, so it wasn't really difficult for him, fighting against them.

Isabelle laid weakly on the floor as she listened to the clattering sounds of swords, hitting against each other.

Her strength returned to her, bit by bit, and when she opened her eyes, she only found two men standing - the man she had confessed, and one other guard.

But unfortunately, the man she had confessed had a knife to her chest, as he had been stabbed by the other.

He groaned and fell on the floor, alongside the other guards who were probably dead as well.

She flinched and crawled backwards. The only man who could defend her was gone

Fear took over her as the last guard started coming towards us.

"Its over, confessor" he said.

"There's no one left to defend you. And don't even think of confessing me, cause you can't".

She recoiled in fear as he came closer to her, his sword in his hand.

Although, fear was written in her eyes, but perhaps, she let it show on purpose so he could think she was completely vulnerable.

When he was close enough to her,and was about grabbing her hand, she reached for the arrow in her leg, and in a swift groan, she pulled it out and drove it right into his chest.

"Ugh!!" He yelped as he staggered on his feet and moved back.

He held the arrow in his chest and tried pulling it out, but couldn't. And in few seconds, he was on the floor.

Isabelle panted heavily as she stared at the men on the floor - all 8 of them.

She'd gotten rid of them.

She tore out a piece of her garment and tied it round the leg which had been shot. She still felt so much pains and figured she needed to treat it.

She forcefully stood on her feet and using so much effort, started walking away.

She knew she couldn't leave the village, because the King had placed guards on every exit and boundary.

Alas, she had one place to go - somewhere she could get help.

TBC.

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