Chapter 11: The Handsome Man and the Fierce-Looking Sultan

The more the five of them struggled, the more the blanket seemed to suffocate them, leaving them out of air.

“Don’t struggle,” Kent said quietly in American English. “In the meantime, we should not expose Elise too much by using her powers.”

The others readily agreed. They stopped struggling. The blanket appeared to relax, and they could breathe freely again. Not a few moments passed by, they felt themselves dragged and being carried away. They grimaced as it was not in a gentle way. They heard another voice that commanded Radu to bring them at the great hall. They wondered where the great hall could be though.

Radu made it look like he dragged the foreigners by holding the blanket.

After a while, they stopped. They could not even see anything but the marble floor. The blanket was taken away by Radu, and he threw it at a distant corner, where the Jinn could change itself back to its human form and where nobody could see it.

The sultan who was seated on his throne looked at the young foreigners. “Who are you?” he demanded.

The five foreigners stood up in one line to face the sultan.

“We cannot tell you that,” Eric said in his normal voice.

“Why? Where are you from?” Mehmed asked. He was confused at the way they looked as he regarded them one by one.

Eric, who had red hair, wore his stretchable black jogging pants with two white stripes on the sides and paired these with a white sweater and black running shoes.

Kent, the one with blond hair, wore blue jeans and a shirt, who also wore a pair of black-and-blue-colored running shoes.

Mazoi, who was a huge, dark man, was clad in a pair of black jeans and printed brown polo shirt but wore no shoes.

Diana, the olive-skinned pretty young woman with dark brown hair, was clad in a blue short skirt and white sleeveless top, paired with white running shoes.

And lastly, Elise, the pale skinned, young beautiful woman with black hair, wore a green mini-skirt with halter top and green running shoes.

Judging by their clothes, the sultan knew they were foreigners. However, he never met anyone who dressed like these five strangers in his lifetime.

“We cannot tell you that either,” Eric answered him.

The sultan pierced his eyes on the red-haired person. He seemed to be the leader of this group, the sultan guessed.

“Well then, who sent you?” the fierce-looking sultan asked another question.

The five of them looked at each other.

“No one sent us. We are here for one reason.”

Everyone looked at Mazoi who spoke slowly in his Ancient Egyptian accent. He took out his pen, and his companions’ jaws dropped as they knew what it was. The pen suddenly changed into a spear. His friends glanced at the sultan with alarm, once again, but no one dared to move, even the guards of the sultan. They only waited for his command.

Mehmed smiled. His hard face did not change at all even though he smiled. “You are magicians?” His eyes reflected that of interest. He wanted to see more from these foreigners.

The five exchanged confused glances but nodded to the sultan. Better to let him believe it that way. Or else, they will get in trouble in no time. They only wished to meet the real Dracula, and so they could get on with their business—ask him what he wanted from them. He sure wanted their help as they were sucked into this medieval time and place. But how could they help him? It would mean another war wherein they would be forced to take one side. Apparently, it was Dracula’s side they were going to take on.

Mazoi cast a spell, and the spear changed into a pen again.

“Radu, I do not think they are spies. We shall let them stay here for a while as guests.” The sultan turned to Radu smilingly.

Radu nodded but did not say anything. He was amazed by the foreigner’s power. He took a glance at the Jinn who quietly walked closer to him.

“I think all of them have powers, Jinn,” Radu said in a low voice. “The youngest of them knew you are a Jinn. How could she tell that by just looking at you?”

The Jinn nodded thoughtfully, and his eyes were black as ever. He did realize this himself.

“I think I can use their powers to my advantage. Do not you agree, Jinn?”

The Jinn stared at him. Just for a short moment, his black eyes turned red. He smiled wickedly at his master. However, the Jinn did not want to call him “master” at all.

“Yes, you could… perhaps. You can try.” Radu was pensive.

The sultan later on called his loyal servant. “Prepare a banquet for tonight. I wish to entertain my wives and children.”

The five foreigners gathered and looked at each other once again, thinking what they should do.

“At least, we can safely stay here for a while,” Diana uttered in a low voice.

“But I don’t trust Radu and that Jinn,” Kent said openly in almost a whisper tone.

“You can never trust a Jinn,” Mazoi pointed out. “Especially this one. He is full of hatred, ambition, jealousy and all evil intentions. I know he can do just about anything.” His eyes wandered to the Jinn, who glanced their way.

“I think he is very powerful in his own way,” Elise revealed. “The Sihr was perfectly created in him.”

“Sihr?” Diana and Eric repeated.