King Midas was sitting on his throne with his hand on his head.
He wore a red robe with golden embroidery and a golden crown over his dark brown curls.
"H-hello there Sir. I heard you called for me," said Bartholomew, the Prime Minister of Elandore.
He was a weak, frail man in his late 30s.
He had long black hair, parted down the middle and had a face that caused people to look away.
"Bartholomew... what do you think I called you in here for?" asked the King.
"W-well... It might be related to what happened in Aurelia today," he replied.
"So as the new PM, I assume you must have the situation under control?" the King continued.
"N-no, I mean y-yes Sir it's all under control," he answered.
It was obvious to King Midas that he was lying.
"I can see you lying through your teeth Bartholomew. Do you have any idea how many people lost their lives today? How many lost their homes? Their families? No you don't. Now go find me that boy. That's the only lead we have. And if you prove yourself incompetent... Then I might have to get rid of you myself," the King threatened Bartholomew.
"I swear by your beard my King! Please don't get rid of me! I beg of you!" pleaded Bartholomew.
Like you'd do any better, he thought to himself.
"Shut up and get on with it," snapped King Midas.
One day had passed.
Harry had been staying at a hotel as his tower had been destroyed.
Five armed men barged into his room, only to find it empty.
Harry had already escaped through the window, but what he didn't know was that there were already five more people waiting for him below the hotel.
"Don't move. Raise your hands up and slowly turn around. This is the EIA," said one of the men as he was pointing a gun at Harry, who was trying to escape through the back alley.
Harry froze for a second. He smirked and thought to himself, Yeah, right... They wouldn't shoot a kid, as he dropped a smoke grenade from his pocket and made a run for it.
What Harry didn't know was that the visors the men were wearing, allowed them to see through the smoke.
"Take the shot," the squadron leader commanded his subordinates.
Harry got shot in the neck with a tranquilizer.
"Load him in the truck," he continued.
Hours later, Harry woke up feeling dizzy.
Where am I? he thought to himself.
He looked around to see tall golden pillars, walls and a golden chandelier high up on a ceiling.
He noticed that he had been tied up and thrown onto the floor.
"Hello?" his voice echoed in the huge hall. "Is anybody there?"
Am I kidnapped? He thought to himself.
"Turn him around," he heard a powerful voice of a man.
Bartholomew turned him over so he would face the King who was sitting on a red and golden throne.
"Huh? The King? You kidnapped me? This can't be legal. Do you have a warrant for my arrest? I didn't think so. But instead of thanking me for helping your forces defeat the Beast, you kidnap me?" Harry asked King Midas rudely.
I can't say the wrong thing. My life depends on it. I just need to hold out for a little while longer. They'll be here soon, he thought to himself.
"Illegal you say? I make the laws kiddo. Now tell me what you were doing on the battlefield yesterday. Answer truthfully, or else you shall be held just as accountable as the Beast in the massacre of Aurelia," King Midas replied.
"Five minutes. That's all it takes for them to get here," Harry threatened King Midas.
"For who to get here? You think you can play games with me boy?" said the King.
Harry didn't reply.
He kept looking at the clock.
It had now been exactly five minutes.
Suddenly there was a loud bang.
The palace gate had been blown off.
The royal guards were getting attacked.
A team of 12 humanoid robots had entered the palace.
They were shooting up everything.
They were tall, metal figures with the words "Harry Co" printed across their chests.
"These are the H-bots. Their sole purpose is to protect me. And they've come to get me," said Harry in a belittling way.
Now, the H-bots had entered the throne room.
They pointed their large blasters at Bartholomew and King Midas.
Harry chuckled and said, "Don't bother. Their blasters are as strong as the one I used on Beast. They could finish you off in one blow," as Bartholomew was reaching for his gun.
"So I demand that you release me," Harry continued.
"I don't think you know why I was named after the great King Midas," said King Midas.
"He's an ancient fairy tale. The golden touch. That's what he had," replied Harry.
"Well I'm no fairy tale. And I have something better than the golden touch," continued King Midas as his eyes went from hazel to golden.
He conjured up liquid gold that floated and swirled in the air around his hand, especially his finger that was pointed at one of the H-Bots.
This can't be real, Harry thought to himself as a drop of sweat rolled down his cheek.
At this point, Harry realized that he had picked a fight he couldn't win.