It was a glorious day until it happened, the unthinkable, no one knew how or when it happened, it simply happened, he struck. He killed the king
CHAPTER ONE Clark walked in circles, his mind in many places at once, questions dancing. Why would someone kill the king? Why would someone vandalize the sacred sacrificial ground? Why does he have to be in the middle of this, the only suspect, the only so called witness. There were no kingdoms nearby for millions of miles(kilometers). He needed an excuse. Thing that rocked him though that he had no excuses. He had to get a lawyer. A lawyer. A lawyer, yes a lawyer that would... He never finished his thoughts as the "pros" as they called themselves entered. Dumb detectives don't know who they really are deep down inside. A candle was lit and the first question was asked.
Clark was having a wonderful day. He rode his horse through the streets. Kids gently rubbing his beautiful creature. It was a white stallion with glittering fur and a fabulous mane. It's brown eyes were so sweet, making you want to hug it. He rode through town. It's feet gently touching the ground. Then it hit him, he hadn't come up with a name. How foolish of himself to go galloping into the day thinking he was cool, and not have a name for his horse???? Truly clumsy. Again, being clumsy, his horse almost rode into the intended destination, his girlfriends house, Rita. Rita stepped out and then he regretted not coming up with a name completely. "How's your job coming?" Rita asked with that sad look on her face. She was beautiful, with brown hair, hazel eyes. She was wearing her armor today. Duhhh you idiot, she has training today. Most importantly she was tough. A woman who was like a man. This thought disturbed Clark who shook it away quickly. He'd somehow managed to get her. Maybe the Spike. He'd made syrup as gel using a secret his mom and sister made. It took a while for him to respond. "Yeah the king said I could have the job as the entertainer of the jailbirds." He hated it. Sitting doing magic tricks for common thieves. He'd rather be homeless. He was the only magician in town. He had a class at his house on Sunday at 2:00 Pm for kids 6:00 Pm for adults. He was only 19, which was a magic trick all by itself. Thy were usually 30-85 that the town ever knew about. " that's good " Rita was always positive no matter what. After a long conversation that was Thirty minutes that eveuntually drifted to gossip they heard a knock on the door. Rita went to open it .It was mom " Hiii Rita hows my little boys girl doing???!!!!". "MOOOOOOOM" oh my gosh she was annoying. "let's go suppers ready!" I was soon at my house eating dinner. I sighed.