Book 3: Chapter 35
After we returned to the palace, mom grabbed my hand and said: “Son, don’t you want to go and see the white deer king? Besides Mera, you need to deal with the white deer king too.”
I nodded, forced myself to become more alert and walked to the stables. I forgot about it due to the pain of Mera’s death. My mind was foggy due to the blow it dealt to my heart. I looked at my white hands. They didn’t have any scars on them but I could feel the blood stuck to my hand slowly flowing.
I don’t regret it. I don’t regret it. I don’t regret it. I don’t regret it. I don’t regret it…
“Son, wait.”
Mom suddenly pulled me who was walking forward like a zombie and then waved her hand. A flash of light came from the stables ahead like the iron cage that was originally there had been destroyed by mom. I looked inside the stable. A group of war-horses were quivering as they lay down to one side. The white deer king that not even the manger dared to approach stood beside the manger and desperately tugged its neck. It looked like it was tied to the stable with an invisible rope. Even its mouth was stuffed.
The white deer king noticed us approaching and shot its enraged gaze shot over towards us. It swung its horn around angrily and tugged with its neck with even more force like it was violently trying to say: “Let me go if you’re so tough and watch me turn you into a string of lamb meat.” Seeing it clench its teeth like it wanted to swallow me live made me question once again if it truly was a herbivore.
Mom then took in a deep breath, extended her hand out to stop me taking another step forward, and loudly shouted: “Beast! Kneel before me!”
The air swept up into a tornado and passed. The horses didn’t even dare to quiver any longer. They quietly tried to curl themselves up into a small ball on the ground. The white deer king stopped moving like somebody had saluted it. It turned its head around and met mom’s eyes. Mom’s blue eyes had a domineering look that indicated she would not accept any disobedience. She looked at the white deer king without any compassion in her gaze.
A few seconds later, the white deer king lowered its head. It didn’t kneel down, but it stopped moving.