The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Like so much garbage, Charles was tossed into the pit-like dungeon in his sleeveless undershirt and boxers.

Confused, the man looked through the small peephole to see the guards turning away and laughing as they happily marched out of sight. He then turned back around to find himself surrounded by wolves, wolves of varying colors, from all black to all white and mixed shades. They all remained perfectly docile as they plodded around the equally calm man that saw fit to only stand perfectly still in place.

As Charles began to shuffle amongst the pack he suddenly heard something that resembled someone speaking. He gawked all around before an old, Middle-Eastern man came waddling out of the shadows within the dungeon. He was a raggedy looking fellow from head to toe. His grey, scraggly beard drew down past his chin.

"I am here because of the king, my dear friend." The old man said as he approached Charles.

Charles stood and watched as the old man stepped up to him. "Who is the king?" Mercer asked.

The old man looked dismayed as he opened his mouth and replied, "I would not praise his gods, so here must I die, with the beasts."

Charles stared oddly at the old man for a few moments before another figure emerged from the shadows. The figure had the brightest eyes that Charles had ever seen. They were so bright in fact that the man had to squint just to shield his vision from them. Much like the old man, the bright-eyed individual was wearing tattered clothing; a brown cloth-like material that covered only their body with nothing protecting their feet.

The closer the person came the more Charles could make out a face behind the eyes. The face was that of his son's. But rather than light up with gleeful enthusiasm, Charles just stood still and stared at his child with a most mystified glare.

"Son, what happened to you?" His voice cracked.

Placing his hand on his father's left shoulder, Isaac calmly said, "I am here because of the king, dad."

"These beasts were to devour us, but the Lord has spared our very lives." The old man humbly smiled. "Praise be to God in heaven."

or the wolves that circled him. He just wanted

Isaac withdrew his hand from his father's shoulder before turning and pacing around

"I am here because of

out of

"Perhaps he should have bought that dog."

only five inches taller than Charles, and yet as jolting as

back to see both Isaac and the old man drop to their knees and begin to pray out loud in unison, "The king

the wolf and watched as his

"What were you doing

behind him patted Charles on the

from off his knees, approached his father and whispered directly into his face,

by the shoulders and shook him screaming, "What were you

"Soon and very

right open at that very second to the soft sound of a woman singing, 'Soon and very soon we're going to

The top of the man's head was layered in bandages, as

white

he was on another planet. His head hurt so badly that it felt like

should lie back down." Audra came over to his bedside. "You've been out cold

He began to scoot