POV: The Girl From Earth.The news quickly spread throughout the school; a trainee had been smothered in her sleep the night before. Students debated on who it was, but majority agreed that it was the girl from earth.The infirmary had been delayed out of bounds to the trainees. Master Krim wore a grave face throughout the day while Master Yedder and Mistress Kishra carried on with their usual stern faces.Sima was very worried, she couldn't concentrate in class as she feared that the rumors were true.Her only suspect was Daxon, she would have to corner him after class, the prob was if he would be alone. As the class ended Mistress Kishra shouted the need to research on her subject to them.Sima saw Daxon walking along. It seemed his gang had left him. She walked behind him and waited for an opening.“She found it when he searched his pocket and turned back towards the class, he had forgotten something.She waited outside for Mistress Kishra to leave, when she did, she smiled to
POV; Trapped.Hassan followed his grandfather closely as they headed back to the hut.He had tried starting up a conversation with the man but his questions were met by short cryptic responses which meant that he didn't want to talk.They had walked in silence since then with Hassan inwardly fuming at his grandfather's behavior.“No one ignore him like that, not even Advisor Thadron. He hurried to keep up with his long strides.He was a well-built man who looked about forty to sixty. Hassan could see where he got some of his facial features.They had the same pointed nose and honey brown eyes. His upper body was bare and he only had a native clothes material around his waist.He carried himself with authority and seemed like someone who was used to people obeying him.As they neared the hut, he saw the atmosphere around there clouded by smoke that spiraled and curved to form hazy patterns that obscured a large part of the building.“It rose from an outdoor fireplace; a large tripod po
POV; Beyond FriendsFatima fibbled with her bedspread as she waited for the doctor to finish checking her vistals. He was through and had taken the last 30 Minutes meticulously confirming if it was enough to be discharged.She was found to kedran medical knowledge of bruises on her body again except a slight purple-head lump on her forehead. “She was then sent over to a clinic droid who x-rayed her and fed the image to a large projector. A group of doctors checked and approved the data and cleared her to go. She was told to remove the hospital gown and her clothes were returned to her.The sleek suit with her number 86 felt good as she wore it and she found out that she actually missed school and Sima in particular. The infirmary was still out of bounds to the students, she knew Sima would be worried about her. They had been apart from each other for at least a week.“She took one long last long at the infirmary; the other patients were all in the apartment so she couldn't see t
POV: krim’s story Fatima felt shook, disbelief and anger washed over her as she looked at Master Krim.It couldn't be, she thought he was one of the good ones. He wasn't harsh to trainees like Master Yedder or indifferent like Mistress Kishra.“She took a step backwards wanting to desperately leave the palace. “Don't be frightened, I won't hurt you. I just want to talk, he said , holding out an entreative hand to her.“I'm not scared of you, " she huffed, feigning barvey as she clenched her fists. He looked at her hands and held out his own hands to show that they were empty.The Rebel is sympathetic to your plight, we heard what happened to your father “It was unfortunate, but it was risky on his part. Had I known, I would have stopped him,’ he said in a sad voice.“Lier, you all betrayed him to your leader, Advisor Thadron. I was there when he was killed’ she said, her voice raising in anger.She saw his brows furrowed in confusion. It seemed he was pretending, or he really di
POV: The Aged one Advisor Thadron stood at the balcony of his palatial home gazing into the distance.To a casual observer, it would seem he was enjoying the scenery of the exotic surroundings but his mind was far away fuming and ruminating on one word: “Hassan”.He had tried to kill him in any way imaginable but his body was invincible. Ever since he was in the trance state, some gold colored dust swirled around his body making it impenetrable to attack.His men had stabbed him, tried cutting off his body parts and threw him in the den of a Daki, the most fearsome animal in the land but the boy still came out alive.His face was calm in the state and he had felt like slapping the cold impassive face but restrained himself. There was only one option left.He heard footsteps behind him and turned around. It was the head of the spies, jasu.His most trusted servant who was privy to some secrets others didn't know. He liked jasu for his quick wits and loyalty though he was always nervo
POV: Ruzio capture.Ruzio sat in the cold damp cell and looked around the surroundings, the banging of hands on the metal doors of the nearby cells growing louder by the minute. “If anything other than how he had his first clenched tightly, with his figures digging into his palms, would show how much anger he felt, then it would have been perfect.“Dame it!” He went about cursing under his breaths as he thought of how stupid his actions were, pacing endlessly about the four walls of the iron cage he was locked in.From the start, he knew that going to the palace through the gates that stood behind the guards quarter was a wrong option, but he decided to settle on it anyway.His instinct was right, the thought of how the guards will be away from their duty posts and not at the quarters only clouded his sense of judgement.“Besides, his mind was certain that there were no guards that usually stood at their gate since it was not open to the eyes of the general public.“I should have do
POV: Dream of fate.To Fatima, it seemed her body had been in the institute training for long but her mind wasn't. Even now, her mind had traveled so far away from her that it seemed her mind wasn't hers anymore. For days, the old woman whom she was sure he hadn't seen anywhere had been ambushing her dreams.Now, sleeping at night which was usually an escape from all her painful thoughts about Papa, from her weeping heart which always cried blood over her disappointment towards Hassan had also become a thing to dread.It seemed the moment the kedrans laid foot on earth, she was doomed to have bad luck thereafter.The destiny the old woman had been telling her to embrace was even more confusing. Could a damaged girl like her have a significant destiny awaiting.“No, she thinks not.”Now, she lay in bed silently offering supplication to Allah.“Supplications against the evil of sleep and jins which may ravage the sleep of man. She remembered she had chanted this supplication every n
POV: The knight.“You, but how? You were in my dream last night, who are you, are you a witch? Fatima siad, moving backwards to the toilet door as fast as she could and turning the door knob which suddenly refuses to unlock.“She was trapped in the room, then looked around for another exit, but the only entrance was the door behind her.She remembered Sima was just on the other side, she banged the door repeatedly to attract her attention. “Shockingly, her hand did not make any sound when she hit it and she glanced at her open palm in surprise. She tried to steady her shaking legs without success and she resignedly turned back to face the woman.Her white hair, hooked nose and long face was just like in a dream. She carried a long rod which she leaned on for support as she was very old. “I am the last surviving kizil, that was what we called people with powers then, so to answer your question, Yes, I'm a witch.“We finally met, I've known you for some time now, Fatima and I have wat
POV: A Kizil Two hours had crept by and the queue for the health inspection exercises was still long. The trainees grumbled among themselves at the nurse's slowlynesse. The people at the front who back from the inspection told their colleagues at the back that she had taken time inspecting them with a large machine. They were sure that she wasn't a nurse, they spoke of her spooky manner and behavior. Fatima stood patiently in the queue. She was the only one standing erect, the rest of the trainees slouch in various positions angry at the long wait. Sima leaned on her, tired of standing for long. “Are you not tired of standing still for so long?” Sima asked her surprised that she didn't show any signs of weakness. “I'm not tired, I'm used to this kind of thing. I'm physically fit.” She replied. It was half true on her part. It was true that she was physically fit, but it wasn't why she wasn't tired. She knew it was her system; Yuki that made her strong.”“I'm sharp too, but I'm
POV: who's fears death.On reaching his room, prince Fin quickly removed all his clothes. The work ahead was not a pleasant one for finery. Reaching into his wardrobe he selected what he needed to take with him underground. He has made a mental note beforehand of what to carry. There was a black mask to hide his identity, a large coil for climbing robe, a pair of gloves, a touch light and mostly a gun. He was not sure if he was saved down there so he was not taking any chances. He slipped the key into his pocket of his trousers, he packed all the items into the bag and slung across his shoulders.He opened the window and looked out to look if it was safe to go through. It was a good thing that it was late, the darkness helped obscure the surroundings so he could easily slip by. He had made sure to wear black overalls. He had earlier marked out where all the surveillance cameras were and had chosen a route to avoid them. It was up to the universe to assist him out as he had made all hi
POV; The Sceptre.Prince Fin glanced fleetingly at the surroundings of the hallway as he walked briskly along the hall towards the royal court. He scarcely paid attention to the guards who saluted him as he walked past. His mind was far away. The Aged one had implied from the talk that they had that the key to the hidden underground library was with his father, the emperor. He had nearly given up when he had considered it at first. Finding the key seemed impossible, the emperor would not just leave the key laying around carelessly. He was a meticulous sharped eye man who was difficult in everything that he did. If there was one place the key would be, it was the emperor's bedchamber, he was sure of it. The room held a close place in the heart of the emperor who valued it above his children and he had repeatedly told the guards not to allow them to enter his room. He had bad memories of being sent away from the room while growing up. He had not given it much thought for a long tim
POV: Sad songs.Hassan woke up to face the harsh rays from the sun that was shining on his face. The continuous crowing from the cock, was not pleasant to ears, as to deny him the peace and calm he needed. Thanks to grandfather, he barely had enough time to rest, as he was always put through vigorous practical training since the man had claimed that he needed all of it.”The training to him was not doing any good, and he was already fed up with all these.The imprint of the body he was in kept on telling him about how he should wait carefully for him to give him an escape plan, and he had been doing just that. Still, he had not gotten any lead, and the wait was becoming unbearable.”He tossed himself on the bed, trying so hard not to open up himself to the obvious reality that he was still stuck, with his grandfather and his men. All of it was in no way among the plans he had for himself. There was advisor Thadron to handle, and every single second he spent there, only made him ha
POV: The old machine ‘Wonder why he isn't here yet, Sima said loud to no one in particular as she braided Fatima's hair.They were all waiting for Master Krim to come to class. For a while he had not been coming to classes as often as usual. Which was very strange as he was known to be punctual person. The trainees spent his period playing or engaging in other activities.Someone had once suggested that they report to master Yedder about it but the girl wo said it was quickly shut down by other students who felt like she was being to serious.“Fatima let out a bored sigh. She was feeding up with her surrenderings, she wanted to go back to the dormitory and talk freely to Yuki. She would do it with Sima around too but she had the tenderness of being lost in a conversation so much that she was unable to her what Sima was saying. She couldn't even keep a straight face either, Sima had told her that sometimes she smiles and laughs for no reason. Since then Yuki had advised her to limit t
POV; The library guard.“Am I supposed to be intimidated by that, how did she get up here in the first place?" he asked, thinking of changing the security guards from their post. He wondered how an old woman was able to sneak past all of them and entered his Chamber. More reason for him to change them, he thought. “It was getting incredibly hard for someone to find a trustworthy person, lately it seemed everyone he trusted had an ulterior motive so he always questioned their intention. But she was saying something about his destiny and he was now intrigued. For a fake, she had known exactly what to say and he wanted to hear her out further. “Enough with the questions I know exactly what has been troubling you lately. You've been having dreams every night and you don't know what it's all about.“I'm here to tell you the meaning. You just have to promise me that you'll keep it to yourself, she said.” staring at him without batting her eyeliner throughout the talk. He looked away un
POV; Security measures“Stand soldier” He commanded the poor soldier was weak and defeated such that he was likely not to be breathing. The handsome man scoffed How did a weakling like you get to become a soldier guiding the palace, you're so pathetic. Take him away” he thundered.He watched as the bloody soldier was dragged away without batting an eye, in truth the soldier was a good fighter but he was no way near this man.“Your Majesty” a voice interrupted him, he turned to look at the source of the voice. A guard with a royal uniform bowed before him, as if on cue. The voice continued.“My lord, the Emperor seeks your presence, " he replied.Prince fin frowned and dismissed the guard. Just when he thought his day was about to get better, the annoying mam had summoned his present. “How may I be of help to the greatest living kedran. He spat out sarcastically as soon as he got into the throne room.The Emperor dressed in a gold and royal fitting outfit sat unbrothed on the thr
POV; soul magic.Concrete harder and keep those legs from shaking’ an old man said sharply to Hassan, hitting him on his legs with a mahogany stick.He felt tired as he concentrated on the task before him. He had been asked to shatter a tree with his mind. It was a mild assignment compared to the other tasks his grandfather had given him. For a long time, his grandfather and his friends in the secret society had been teaching him mystical and dark arts. He tried concentrating on the mango tree. The old man had said the trick was to feel the soul of the tree in his own cord and make it bow to his will. Hot beans of sweat ran down from his forehead and his eyes began to itch from staring long at the tree without blinking.“We knew that this would happen in your practical magic lesson.” The old man said. “Your progress was too rapid since you were not in the contrasts of a human. The rate of your improvement would now be based on your willpower not your intellect. How badly do you wa
POV: Royal Kizil.Prince fen Paced around the room biting his well manicured nails and carrying his hand to his luxurious white hairs, he looked worried. He had woken up again to the bad dream which had only grown worse as time went on. He had tired focusing his energy on different hobbies he enjoyed but to no avail.He no longer enjoyed doing anything. He remembered the words of an old servant in the palace who had been put to death afterwards. The man had once told him to be careful on his path. That his path of greatness will start when he is 18 years old. At first, he brushed off the man's words. His tutors and father had told him from an early stage that people will always want to get favors from him because he was a prince and that he should learn to recognize and stern with those kinds of people. Lately it seems the man has been making sense, he was now 21 and had been having recurring nightmares since he was 18. He had no one to talk to, if only mother was alive, he thou