The Duplicate Spell

The abducted captives were gathered by Misting Town's soldiers at dusk, and they were taken to Bermuda's altar. The altar of Bermuda served as a sacrifice site for the Misting Town god. When the soldiers brought them to the Alter of Bermuda, they started beheading them and spilling their blood on the altar's top. After the sacrifice, they returned to their posts of duty after feeding their dead bodies to wild animals.

After the offering, King Raphael entered his chambers, took off his crown, threw it to the ground, and then took off his robe and hung it. The man wasn't there when he entered the room, so he knew it was the gods in a human form when he turned to see a man standing behind him.

King Raphael said, "My Lord," and bowed.

He asked in a deep, ominous voice, "Why do you insult me with your sacrifice?"

"My Lord, I do not comprehend; I offered men as sacrifices to you as you requested,"

"A young lady who is a witch, who has the strength of more than a million men, and who is the only witch in Don Ridden, came back with your soldiers from North Kadi,"

"My Lord, I had no idea that my men had brought such a strong woman,"

"You obviously do not know my son, but I must tell you that if you give her to me, I won't demand another sacrifice from you for a million years,"

"But my Lord, will just one young girl's blood suffice for you?"

"That young girl is a witch, not just any young girl. If you kill her, you'll never make another sacrifice to me since she is worth more than a million soldiers alone.

"Yes, my Lord,"

"Good ... I anticipate seeing witch blood tomorrow night.

"Yes, my Lord," replied King Raphael.

He then vanished following King Raphael's chat with him, and King Raphael then got up and left his room. He personally made his way down to the dungeon to examine the young lady. When he arrived, she was already dozing off, so he instructed the dungeon guard to keep an eye on her and make sure she never escaped

The following morning, Abigail awoke from a restless night's sleep. She had spent the previous night in the palace, where she had a great night on a bed covered in the wool of a thousand sheep, so she wasn't used to lying on the ground. She got to her feet, took a look around, and then sat back down on the ground to start formulating an escape plan. As she was reflecting, she recalled that a guard at North Kadi had claimed she was a witch and the only person capable of battling Bermudan forces. She considered the fact that, despite being the daughter of a monarch, she wasn't a princess, even if the idea made no sense to her.

She gazed at her palm and questioned, "Who am I?" Having been informed by a guard that she was a witch, she stood up and extended her hand towards the dungeon's gate, saying, "Gates, be open," but nothing occurred. She groaned and sat down, then prayed for a miracle to happen.

King Orion was still uneasy back at North Kadi since he believed they had slain Abigil and the troops he dispatched to Misting town hadn't come back. One of his guards was instructed to go and call the sorcerer who then arrived at the palace after a brief delay and bowed to the king.

The King declared, "You are the great sorcerer of North Kadi, and I'm sure you are aware of the kidnapping of Abigail."

He responded, "Yes, Your Majesty,"

"Good, is there any way you can get in touch with her? I don't know if the soldiers of Misting Town have killed her or not,"

"I could, Your Majesty, but I need something that belongs to her, something that is a part of her, maybe like her hair or her fingernail,"

The king was confident that something belonging to her would be in her room when the sorcerer required it, so he gave his guards orders to look in Abigail's room for her comb. The soldiers complied with the king's instructions. When they located the comb, they gave it to the sorcerer, who took it and removed the hair from it before dropping it on the ground and setting his staff on it. After a short while, the sorcerer closed his eyes and gasped, which aroused the king's curiosity. "What happened, is she dead?" he enquired.

"No, your majesty, but she is in prison,"

The king felt so at ease that she wasn't dead.

"Okay, is there a way for you to get in touch with her?

"Yes, Your Majesty, I can, she's a witch,"

"All right, can you direct her and give her a few spells she could use to escape the dungeon?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, but it would take a lot of work,".

"How?"

"If I give her any spells I know, the question is whether she will be able to speak the spell correctly or even display the moves. You see, a witch has the power within her, but she must unlock it,"

"I could have told her this earlier," the King lamented.

"Maybe there's another thing I can do, Now that we have her hair, I could summon a duplicate spell with her hair, but she would only last for one day," the sorcerer said which drew the king's interest.

"Okay, but might a phoney version of her work magic if you made one?" King Orion asked,

"Yes, as long as she is the legal owner of the hair,"

"Okay, go on. How long will it take?" King Orion asked,

The sorcerer closed his eyes and cast a spell, then an identical Abigail grew out from the hair.