ANYONE CAN CHANGE“I will do what you've asked on one condition.” Michael said, turning to face them.“Boy, we don't negotiate here, you do what you've been told to do-”“It's fine, let him give his criterion. I want to hear it.” The old woman said, cutting one of the elders short.“Thank you. Now that I have your attention, I want the Masters to make an explicit promise that when you eventually win my brother, that I will be head. I will run in his stead.”“Never! That has never happened and it will never happen.” One of the masters said vehemently.Others argued in favor of the elder and soon there was pandemonium in the building. They were unsatisfied with his ego but the audacity to ask for something in return after being promised membership into the dold was totally unacceptable and didn't sit well with them at all.“Silence! Silence! I know what we stand for and what our principles are but Michael we agree.” The old woman said.“Then we have a deal, I need a handshake as a confi

Unfolding TensionsMichael’s night was fitful. He lay awake, mulling over the unexpected turn his life had taken. He had planned to visit the estate, confront the familiar faces and places of his past, and perhaps try to redeem himself. Yet, the diamond necklace in his possession and the assurances from James and Davin had left him feeling conflicted. The promise of change and the pressure to return to old allegiances weighed heavily on him. With dawn creeping in, he decided to get up and clear his head.By the time Michael entered the kitchen, the sun had fully risen. He made himself a strong coffee and sat by the window, contemplating the day ahead. His solitude was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was James, looking more serious than usual.“Good morning,” James greeted, settling into a chair opposite Michael. “Davin and I are planning to meet this morning. We’d like your input on our situation with the Masters.”Michael nodded, taking a slow sip from his coffee. “Sure, I’ll

The tension in the room was as thick as fog, the atmosphere charged with unresolved conflict. Michael, Davin, and James were huddled around the conference table, their faces etched with frustration and determination. Weeks of debate had yielded no resolution, leaving their mission hanging precariously in the balance."I don’t understand why you’re being so stubborn, Davin," James snapped, his patience fraying. His frustration was palpable, his eyes darting between Davin and Michael. "We can’t just rush in without a plan."Davin’s expression hardened, his jaw set tight as he leaned forward. "I’m not being stubborn, James," he countered, his voice sharp. "I’m being realistic. The Masters are growing stronger by the day, and we’re sitting here dithering. We can’t afford to wait any longer."Michael, who had remained quiet until now, intervened with a measured tone. "We can’t afford to act impulsively either," he said, his voice steady. "We need a strategy tha

Davin's heart pounded like a war drum as he squared off against Brandon, the Noble's fierce guard. The once daunting shadows of the pinnacle now seemed to merge into one vast, oppressive darkness, broken only by the wavering torchlight. The darkened walls of the pinnacle towered around him, like silent witnesses to the impending clash."Hold it, Davin!" Brandon's voice cut through the night with the sharpness of a blade. He stood in front of Davin, his dark armor glinting in the faint light. His eyes, sharp and cold, fixed on Davin with the intensity of a predator.Davin’s muscles tensed as he prepared for the fight. "Let me through… it's my simple way of sending you this warning if you want to survive!" Brandon’s lips curled into a grim smile. "I’m afraid you’re in no position to make demands. The master has his orders."Davin's gaze shifted to the shadows around them, knowing that more enemies lurked unseen. He had no illusions about the danger he was facing. This was no ordinary g

The blaring sounds of gunshots announced their home-coming, it was no ordinary moment as the sparks of fire crept around the Shawn's pinnacle like a whirlwind, blowing and burning anything it gets in contact with. "Surge in!... Surge in, spare no man, spare not a soul!" Abacus yelled, his voice echoing in the darkness. Davin hurried back into the pinnacle, this time not to fight but to take over what belonged to him, the crown as the war lord in Shawntown. His name shall be written on the stones and sands of time if he prevails over the evil forces that held down Arctic city."Wait here, tonight we fight… tomorrow we nurse our wounds!" He said in a commanding tone and Micheal bowed. His eyes glaring in fear, his heart heaving hard, I wish I can kill him and present myself to the world as the leader of the third forces. He muttered to himself, but he also knew that Davin wasn't a man to be trifled with. He watched Davin move into the pinnacle, burning brimstone and fire, but as h