The Gate, Manuheim Capital, Heaven *** The Gate’s structure was the focal point of the capital. It paved the way for easier incoming souls’ ascension and better service to the new arrivals. Systems were in place to make the operations run independently and had supported by technological advancements. The Gate seemed to be a very majestic-looking airport, like on Earth, strewn with gold-plated walls and gold-patterned chandeliers that hung precariously above the circular vastness of this edifice. All of the angel guards had great respect for Nethaniel and they greeted him as he passed waves of sharply lined guards that heaved the place. They had prepared for the worse, and doubled the number of guards, right after the knowledge of the Hell god’s whereabouts. They feared another war was coming and their first line of defense was strengthening the Gate. As he stepped out of the structure, his face was greeted with a brightness that dominated the airspace. He gazed upon the beauty tha

Sheng Regions, Tsi Luen Mountains, Cheena, Earth *** The growls increased as a few of them took a few strides nearing their positions. Elaine and Sho went inside the tent as instructed by Dreygo and the two followed immediately without question. At least the linen that composed their tent could serve as a meek defense against the attacking wolves. They scurried in and closed the zipper from behind them, Elaine’s sobs were evident. She knew, with the presence of Dreygo, they are safe whatever this situation might ensue. Dreygo swung his sword once and an audible whooshing sound of metal sliced the air, fearing the pack. Others withdrew a bit from their position. The wolves sensed that their adversary did not possess a hint of fear about the intimidating exhibition of their dominance in this territory. "These are not normal wolves, Sho," Dreygo said. A black wolf, the largest among the pack, loomed afterward, striding confidently among the front liners. Other wolves had stepped asi

Elaine *** Tears welled in her eyes. She knew her two comrades had not recognized her sudden shift of emotions. They were hiking ahead of her, silently - only the chirping birds of various varieties sang unrhythmic hymns that emerged among several corners beneath the thick leaves. She sobbed under her breath. She knew the pain that was rooted from but tried hard to relinquish the detailed memory pushing itself to break through in her thoughts. Undoubtedly, pain carried with it. ‘Think of something else, Elaine.’ She forced the thought. But the more she shut the painful memories down, the more it plays in her mind. She wanted to talk of something to his two comrades to avoid sulking in tears but the memory was strong enough that the need to reminisce was insatiable. Until she succumbed to it. *** “Wolves,” her father said. The coldness of the air and the coldness of her father’s voice gave her chills. She was a teenager and had not experienced such an encounter, only the inform

Bahukatso Dojo, Sheng Mountains, Cheena, Earth *** Elaine *** “We are here!” Elaine exhaustedly said after hours of a trek along treacherous mountain cliffs. She stood before a few ramshackle concrete columns that were half-covered with moss and plastered with ancient carvings. These six pairs of columns were sharply filed in two lines, in between them was a cobbled pathway that led to endless stairs seemingly reaching heaven. Beyond the stone-piled steps were ruggedly strewn shrubs/bushes and wild mountain plants. The stairs were almost covered with dead leaves and some of them seemed slippery brought by the mountain rain. The sun started to retire for maybe less than an hour. The worry of wolves again had sunk into Elaine’s thoughts. Dreygo would protect her at all costs, at least was what she convinced herself. She avoided the thought again of revisiting his father's death. “We should keep going, at least we could reach the Dojo before dark. I am allergic to wolves,” Officer

Bahukatsu Dojo, Sheng Mountain, Cheena, Earth *** “I am the leader of Bahukatsu clan. The ancient ninja clan. Your friends here said that you need to train the ninja way fighting style. Is it correct?” The old man said with no hint of disdain in his face. ‘Is this the guy who would train me? He seems weak.’ Dreygo thought. The man had a friendly expression and his ninja skills were hidden within the unhostile and comfortable tunic he wore. “That's right. I believe the Zi Lok clan leader trained here with you.” Dreygo said. He was still adjusting to the tranquilizer’s residual effects that course through his veins. “Yes. My question to you is why? Why train here, Dreygo?” The old man’s face somewhat tested him. His expression was somewhat joyful and full of humor but with a certainty that this man did not want to waste time. “I want to kill the Zi Lok leader and stop their menace,” Dreygo responded blatantly. He was confident that the teachings of the Ninja way must be used toward