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"I do know that you are still mad at me."Akulia started, looking from one corner to the other. His eyes seemed to be too busy for the brain. "And by extension I do not have a say in all of th--""Then shut the fuck up. Who asked for your opinion in the first place?"Alves snapped at him. Akulia didn't see that coming though, but because he wasn't on a good page with Alves all along, he didn't really make a deal out of it. Even if he did make a big deal out of it, what could he had done at that moment?Alves got up on his feet and started to walk towards the exit of the living room. He walked out and was walking towards the garden. He had walked for a while in the garden when he took a turn in the garden in the direction of the pool. He got to the pool and halted. He removed his cloth and dived into it. He went deep down into the depth of the blue pool. There was this strange soothing feeling which coursed through every corner of his body and settled in. It was unreal, utopian as we
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "...couldn't you beg her... convince her. You fool!"
Alves suddenly had a strange feeling deep inside of himself. He didn't know what to make of it first until the old woman got to him. And before he could tell what was happening, he felt the whooshing of warm and sharp air directed towards his face. His reflex would had come to his aid, to deny the possibility of events to take the usual turn. But it had happened regardless. A smack across his face. A tough and hot slap. Alves' jaws tightened as soon as the slap landed on his cheek. He didn't know what to feel at that moment. But one thing which was for sure was the fact that even if he was pissed out of his mind, there was little to nothing he could do. Even if he wanted to carry or breed a hybrid of argument, the old woman's lips was starting to move,"Why did you send my second away...?"She let the words out. The words hit hin so suddenly that Alves didn't know when he muttered, "Huh?"Grandma had continued almost immediately. She was not even going to give him a cool. "What a
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Avia Tricks
Alves turned to look at the jet for the last time. But it seemed as though he was expecting something else. Though on the ordinary, it seemed like he was staring at the jet which was across the lagoon, but then deep inside of him there was a sort of longing. Though the feeling was not fetish or too strong, but it had a soft push to it. But then he quit looking. "Fuck this."He spun around at once. And immediately he spun around, he felt a presence behind him. As though some eyes were set on his nape, creeping on him. But he didn't turn to look at the back anymore. He started to walk up the forest. The forest which led to the lake. AKULIA. He heard his Ri talking to him but he didn't care. Of course he already had the feeling that it could only be Akulia that was staring at him, standing behind him. NOT AKULIA. The voice in the head came again. "What!"Alves halted at once. He didn't turn yet, not because he wasn't curious. but he just wanted to make sure that he was hearing th
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Deadly Samurais
There came about seven sabres in his direction, and they came too quickly that Alves could not avoid any. Not even one of the swords. He could feel and hear metals tearing into his flesh, and shoving his inside to the side. The pain was severe and excruciating. He had meant to stand up at once to fight these men off, but he wasn't even given the chance to take a perfect stance before he was ambushed and stabbed at every corner of his body. He dropped on his knees. Blood was about streaming from every part of his body. The sabers were in his chests, sides and legs. There was no part of his body that didn't have a share of the pain which was travelling across his body in a great and quick velocity. With pangs.He could hear the men saying some things but he couldn't understand them. One thing was the fact that he couldn't make meaning of what they had said and the other, he had no idea what other fate would fall on him. But then he did know that one would be at the mercy of the other
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? HE HIT HIM TO DEEP SLEEP
"Do you think he will be alright?"The young man asked, looking at his father, an old man. The old man was the best friend of Casper, Alves' grandpa. And the young man, the old man's son. "He hasn't even moved since we brought him in and it's been three days. Is he dead or something? Didn't you tell me in the stories that the monarch of the kingdom cannot know what taste death has? Or has everything being a sort of ---""Why are you so loud?"The old man snapped at the young man at once. The lad looked a little disappointed. It was obvious in his eyes that if he had his way, he would keep on arguing. But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to it. "Will you let his Eminence take enough rest. Who knows what he had been through. And if you're bored sitting here. You could excuse yourself and go do something with your life. At least go on a date with any woman from the dating app."The old man advised. And after those words of the man, the young man got up on his feet. They were both se
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "You'd wish you never was born..."
Alves was not really bothered by their appearances. He just couldn't quite tell how they had found him. He didn't remember telling anyone close to the two boys that he would back to Grimming Hills today. Did they even know that he had been away since forever? Why should they even know?While he was pruning the thoughts, his gaze fell on the lad who was still lying on the floor. OH, WHY I WAS WONDERING FOR A WHILE?He seemed to had finally come to a conclusion of who really might have led the two sons of Madam Casper to him. "Is he dead or something?"Michael asked as soon as his attention went to the lad who was lying on the floor. "There's only way to find out."Simeon walked to the lad who was on the floor. The lad had stopped snoring so it was quite hard to tell, and his face and chest were to the cold floor. Simeon raised one of his legs to kick the lad in the side,"I'm sure your brain is working. And you would think twice before you do that."Alves suddenly snapped at Simeo
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "The hotel is yours..."
"When you walked in, you pushed him out of the way. You didn't think I actually forgot about that, did you?"Alves carried on. And immediately, the two men spun around. This time, it wasn't only Simeon that was enraged, Michael too was making little to no effort hiding his rage. He didn't seem to care anymore. He didn't look like he had the luxury of time to hold his rage in. "At least if you have no idea what manners are. If you have lived all your lives mistaking cowardice for manners, it is about time your learnt something new. Purge yourself of the weird approaches."Alves took a pause. He knew that he didn't have the time for things like this. There were a couple things on his list, very important things for that matter. And none of these things included having a fight with the sons of Madam Casper. But perhaps because of the ugly memories he had shared with them, and the haughtiness which further glorified their personalities, he wouldn't mind letting his rage pace his Ken for
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A Twist
Alves was standing at the front of the hotel. He had just turned to look at the name of the hotel. There was an indication and tag imprinted in the top of the protruding part of the building. It read, Eagle's Crest Hotel and Suite.Alves couldn't believe his eyes at first glance. He blinked his eyes to be sure that he was seeing right. When he discovered that he was in his right mind, he pushed his head to the side. "Eagles Crest."He muttered. It was obvious that he was still having a hard time believing what he had just seen. "This Hotel?"He kept on pruning the thoughts like a gardener. There was a certain memory surfacing. And he looked to want to hold unto the memory for a while. His eyes and attention were spent on the inscription in the building. Then the memory which had suddenly been picked started to sketch a brighter picture in his mind. About three years ago, he had traced someone to this hotel. He had meant to walk through the door and confirm where the person he was
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"Hi! I'm the anonymous!"
News began to spread across Grimmings about the mystery of the newly discovered Dragon King and mysterious Trillionaire. The news started as still and random as the flowing breeze, until there was a twist which made it hostile, raging like a ferocious wind across Grimming Hills. "That can't be true." Someone said to the people who surrounded him. "The dragon King? He is who?" The same person carried on the argument. "You were not listening?! I said that he was the same person as the son-in-law of the Casper mansion!" The lady who was the centre of attention, said. "What!" Almost everyone who was encircled in that group exclaimed at the discovery. "How is that even possible? It does not make any sense." Someone argued passionately. "That was the same thing I thought in the first place, but for no reason, things started to play out." "But we only just discovered that the dragon King is alive. It hadn't even been more than twenty minutes ago since the press meeting ended! How coul
"Alves?!"
Inside the Casper mansion, there were a couple of people gathered in the living room. They all had their eyes glued to the screen of the TV. Their facial reactions emphasised how absorbed and engulfed they were by whatever was going on on the screen. "Why does it feel like I'll die of curiosity?" Michael muttered, almost falling off his seat. "My heart will be ripped open." Simeon had few of his fingers over his lips in anticipation. "I can't breathe." Their sister was trying to divide her attention between not looking and looking. Madam Casper was seated in her special chair, staring sternly at the screen. Her gaze was locked in as though she would be paid handsomely for the attention squandered. No, invested!On the screen of the TV, there was an explosion at the entrance of the media train, and everyone was waiting, watching with their hearts in their mouths. A man dressed in an entire that wasn't typical of the modern era walked into the media train. There was a black mask on
"I present to you..."
The Prime Minister walked briskly into the media train. There were all several screens set up. As soon as he stepped into the designated area, all the cameras and lightening whirred in his direction. His face was supplanted in the chain of screens, which looked like a cinema. There was hardly anyone on the media train. The cameras seemed to have the mind of their own, zooming in at intervals on the face and other parts of the Prime Minsiter. "Now you are live." A robotic voice said in the train. The Prime Minister took two steps forward into the stream of limelight. "I'm sure that everyone knows who I am." He started. "I am the Prime Minister of this great country, Grimming Hills." He continued. "There has been a lot happening in this country ever since I assumed the position. Though most of them have been significant changes and growth in the economic sector of the country, some of them have been a little concerning." "At least, so it started in the past few months until recen
"That's if it was a human."
Alves was waiting patiently for the arrival of the Prime Minister. No matter how much he tried to dissuade himself from worrying about the punk who had claimed to have his full picture, he just couldn't get the thoughts off his head. He got up from the couch and walked towards the door again. "When did the media get here? I mean, it hasn't even been a minute since the news was broadcast. How could they have arrived here in such a sort space of time?" He murmured, looking through the door. He walked out of the door and headed towards the gate. He was in the compound of the tower. No matter how zealous and intentional the media personnel were, they could never break in. "We are here to meet with the mystery man!" A voice called from outside the compound. "Please, we would love to have a word with you, sir.""Please come answer some of our questions." "We know you are in..."Alves could hear the people calling at him. Leaving the compound premises wouldn't be much of a hassle for h
The Dragon King.
The flaps of giant wings preceeded the wave of wild wind, which swept across Huthi Farmland. The dragon descended at the front of the two bamboo stalks which served as the portal to the parallel world. "What the hell?" Alves was reluctant to climb down from the back of the dragon. It had been clouds and clouds when they travelled from the place where they left the Supreme Majesty. To suddenly find himself back at Grimming Hills was something he could never have anticipated. "Why did I find myself here? Why didn't I return to the Kingdom? What happened? Is this the doings of the Supreme Majesty?" The dragon pushed its head forward till it touched touched the earth. Alves climbed down from its back. "Did I really fly from like two worlds to Huthi under an hour?" He heard the wings of the dragon flap. The Supreme Majesty had told him that the dragon was his spiritual pet. He still didn't know what that really meant. The dragon lifted itself from the earth, and off it flew, as
"Your Spiritual Pet."
"What is sleep?"The Supreme Majesty asked again, waking Alves from his sleep. Alves sat up suddenly. He looked around him. It was as though he was making an effort to understand what was happening."What causes sleep?"The question came again, and he looked in the direction of the voice. Seeing the Supreme Majesty, he looked around him again. He was in a strange area. Clouds surrounded the both of them, yet the earth was rocky beneath him. He slowly got up on his feet. The Supreme Majesty had his back to him. Alves took careful steps towards the divine creature. "Where am I?""Where are we?"Alves asked intermittently. "What is this place?"When he looked to his front again, the Supreme Majesty was no longer there. Alves was neither surprised nor flustered. He had grown to acknowledge wonders like that. "Do not play the word game, Son."The voice came from behind him this time. He turned to look. "Why do you keep asking me what causes sleep? And what does sleep mean?"Alves arg
"...I'll do it. It's why I'm here..."
Warm hands were wrapped around his arm as he was led towards the lake. He couldn't make them stop. He didn't want to. They led him into the water. He took a few steps, pushing the water with his knees. That was how much he had been gobbled up by depth of that part of the lake. When he looked down to see, he could see the depth of the lake so plainly and clearly. The lake was crystal clear. The base of the lake was fine. No stone, no speckle. Just pure white sand. He looked to the front and couldn't find any sort of creature in the lake. No fish, no matter how small. Not even a fingerling. When warm palms glid down his arms and chest, that was when he was knocked back to the reality, which was quickening and pacing. The ladies were rubbing his arms and chest. They were scooping water and washing him. He wanted to argue with them, but then he recalled that it was the man from the hall who must have given them the guts to do that. He decided to go along with whatever they had in mi
The Emerald Prince.
"What causes sleep?"A voice zoomed to Alves as soon his eyes opened. He sat up and looked around him. At first, he didn't see who was talking, but when he looked again, there was an old but lanky man standing not far from him. The man had white flowing beards, which were in knots. His hair was snowy white with strands of blacks. "Do you have an idea, dear son?"The man turned away from him and walked towards something that looked like a throne. A shiny throne carved out of red gold. Alves had never seen anything of such elegance and beauty. The sight alone was breathtaking. HE JUST CALLED ME SON?Though Alves' mind was busy admiring the qualities and beauty of the Palace, he didn't trade the important details. Alves watched the old yet young man settle into the thrown. He quickly looked around him if there was any other person in the Palace. There was no one in sight. His only company was the strange old man. DID THOSE WINGED CREATURES BRING ME HERE? IS HE THE SUPREME MAJESTY? MY
Fragrances
"I'll kill you! You are dead!!!"Alves yelled as he kept falling and falling till THUD, his body hit the hot and thick surface of the body of lava. "Oh Lord. Oh God. I'm dead."He started to fight his way, trying to do whatever he could to get out of the thick and sticky body of liquid. "Do something you fucking, Ri. Fucking do something! Where is the hidden weapon I would be able to use in a difficult time?"In the middle of his bickers and yelling, something quite strange hit him. "Huh?"For a moment, he stopped fighting and kicking. "Wait a minute."He pulled one of his hands out of the thick liquid. "What's happening?"He turned the sticky hand to this side and that side. "Nothing is happening. No pain? No scar? No heat?"He couldn't believe his eyes. He tried to move his body in the lava. He turned around and saw how fiery and scary the lava seemed from distance. Moving to this side and that, he felt no pain. It felt like he was drowning in mud. Instead of a lava. "Is thi
