EPISODE 9 — I AM A KILLER

(POV: Queen Urchoicha) Useless. Completely useless! "Bàistec! Bàistec! Run! Now!" I knew it. I knew we couldn't trust him. "Bàiiiiisteeeeeeeec!" ----- (POV: King Bàistec) "Huh? What—? What's going on?" If my dear wife sounds this agitated, there's only one possible reason. Something has happened to Dorcha. I throw on a robe and rush toward her. "Urchoicha, love… what's—?" "Dorcha is teaching that stupid brat how to fight. And how to use magic!" she snaps, all in one breath. I stare at her, stunned. "No. That's impossible. You must be mistaken." "I'm never mistaken. Look." She points at her cauldron. Inside, a thick liquid boils, releasing dark violet fumes. The Potion of Sight. I step closer. Shapes take form within the smoke—my son, and an awkward little flea of a kid. I can't help it. I…