His name is Laurent. He's the king of the magic realm. While he allows every folk to have their own leader such as orgs, mermaids, fairies, etc, he stays the king of the land. His powers are stronger than anyone else's, and he's gifted with the powers to create. To create life, to create objects out of thin air, voices, sounds, curses, and even animals. There is nothing he can't create with his magic. But he is also an evil man. Too struck up in his ways, too fed up with people's bullshit after so many centuries of ruling. He makes it a joke to gift mete mortals powers, just to see their reaction, see them go wild and into a mayhem.

With wide legs he's sitting on his throne, looking down at your lowered head. Yeah, it's respectful to bow before the king, but God's he's sick of the formalities.

"Come closer," the king orders, his strong voice ringing through the beautiful hall of gold and crystals. The servants are all lined uo at one side, the other are his friends and acquaintances. Most of them are his companions for the hunt, or lend their help during difficult political events. One of them, Sir Makin, furrowed his brows as he watched you step closer to Laurent.

"Are you sure, my king?" The man has asked. He has been Laurents loyal right hand for several hundred years now. And his gut it telling him something will go very wrong soon...

"Yes," King Laurent made a dismissive hand gesture towards him, then looked back down at you, leaning forward. "So you're a fishers child? And you have... no magic? Correct?"

He watches you nod, then nods himself in return, lost in some thoughts. A smirk played itself onto his lips. He stood up and encircled you. "My dear, I have a gift for you..." he began. "I offer you magic. Which kind, I will not tell, but you will soon find out. If you accept my gift that is."

What wicked thoughts does he have this time?