Yamada awoke only five days after Elven assault. The pungent scent of burning wood permeated the hut. He heard the frantic sounds people rushing around.The world spun around as he sat up slowly. From head to toe, Yamada was bruised. His skin yellow and purple, bones held in place with bandages and wooden splints.He looked around in a daze, seeing Islanders covered in cuts and bruises, to those missing limbs and being amputated, and finally to a group weeping weakly covered in burns.He stumbled out of the bed, falling onto his knees and hands. A unbearable obliterating pain shot through his entire body.He shrieked rolling onto his back, another searing sharp pain travelled through his body. Wailing and flailing, the pain became a loop of misery.To cry hurt his ribs. Crying made his face scrunch, jostling the loose bones in his jaw and nose. To stop it all he tried to clench a fists, each finger wrapped tightly around a splint.“MUMMY!” He cried out, snot and tears filling his eyes
One month after the Elven attack, Urkse and Cin prepared to fly back to the Citadel. Cin’s torso was bandaged in a sash.He bowed deeply to the thankful Islanders. Cin felt sick seeing their praise and thanks. He couldn’t bear to look at the destruction he had left behind.The ashen tree line and the groans of disfigured Islanders, haunted him. Urkse entered into his Draken state, leaving the Islanders in awe.As Cin and the others leapt onto Urkse’s back, he noticed a young child standing on the cliff edge, staring off to the west.Yamada gazed over the edge, the Maelstrom crashing under him. His knuckles white, with his nails digging deep into his palm. Kahu cautiously approached him.“Yamada, come and have some lunch.” She said warmly reaching her arm out to pat his shoulder.He spun around swatting her arm away. Yamada’s slit amber eyes made her freeze in terror. He started to run around the edge of the Yamata’s main island. Yamada struck every tree and rock he passed.Kahu sat wi
Yamada awoke to the sound of heavy knocking against the wooden door. He perked his heavy head up, parched and weary. His vision was still clearing up for the morning.Each knock rung in his head, like a loud gong. What had made him so thirsty and tired? He tried to sit up, unable to feel his right arm. Shock ran through his body as he looked to his arm, suddenly breathing a sigh of relief.Gwyneth had fallen asleep on his till it fell numb. Yamada brushed her face, before carefully and gently pulling his numb arm out. As he freed his arm, her eyes shot open, bloodshot and irritated at the knocking.“Enough!” She shouted through the door.The sound of scurrying feet scrapped against the stone floor. Yamada begun to get out of bed, when he felt Gwyneth pull him down. “Where do you think you’re going?” She growled.“To train?” He said anxiously. “Can you seriously not take a small brief moment to lay with me?” She said glaring at him. He cleared his throat, awkwardly humming and hawing f
Yamada found himself in the abyss. He felt the water on his skin, and something watching him. A wave of dread washed over him, as he tried to find some light.‘WEAK!” A booming voice hissed. The voice rung all around him. He raised his fists as a reflex, breathing rapidly and heavily.“Who are you!?” He shouted out.“Yamada...” Gwyneth’s faintly called out.The abyss was illuminated. The Eight headed serpent now surrounded Yamada. Each head lurched forward ready to devour him. He trembled in fear.“Weak.” They hissed, still frozen in stone.“What are you?” He asked shaking.One of the stone serpent heads lunged forward stopping just in front of him. “Your true strength.” It hissed.“Yamada...wake up.” Gwyneth’s faint voice echoed out.Yamada looked up to the Oeo above him, the sun shining down on him. He leapt up trying to reach the light. The serpent shot up after him.“Only we have the true power to kill Begron.” It hissed, before slinking down.Yamada shot awake, yelling out, findi
At the crack of dawn, Yamada and Jacara stood in the forest, ten paces apart. Gwyneth, Soel and Encara watched from above a high rock pillar.They sat off the edge, with a wicker basket full of bread and jams, and a bottles of wine.“Did you really need to be here Soel? And did we have to do this so early in the morning? Yamada is going to win.” She pouted, crossing her arms and legs.Soel slapped her on the back, making her lurch forward.“You’re just mad, you didn’t get your morning love.” She said smirking and nudging her in the ribs.“Shut up.” She growled.“YAMADA! If you lose this, I’m making you run 100 laps of the third ring naked!”Yamada winced summoning his armour.“Jacara, if you lose! I’ll make you run a long distance!” Encara yelled out. Jacara winced drawing a card. He kept the blank back towards Yamada.Soel stood up dusting her hands.“Alright, don’t hold back you two. If anything fatal is going to happen, we’ll jump in. Duellists take your stances!”Yamada raised Har
Two and a half weeks had pass since Ul’lanna ran off. She had depleted all her rations, and survived off worms and bugs, with a single flask of water left.The horse had been sent off as a distraction three days ago. Ul’lanna trudged on wearily, the sun beating down on her.Hope of reaching the Citadel, before dying of exhaustion or hunger, felt impossible. Her stomach clawed at her insides, ravaging her mind with thoughts of devouring anything she found.Ul’lanna struck herself across the face, letting out a grunt, and continued to march onwards.“You’re not going to die here. You’ve worked too damn hard, to die in a forest. The Citadel has to be close.” She shouted to herself. Forcing herself to believe her own words.“It’s about a day’s march from here.” A familiar man’s voice said from the tree line. A cold shiver ran down Ul’lanna’s spine. She quickly drew her weapon, engulfing it in a raging flame, and scanned the area.Her heart hammered against her chest, each breath felt shor
Yamada flew into the Citadel, terrifying the citizens, mages and knights, as he soared down to the Blesseds. Ul’lanna had fallen unconscious over his shoulder. He carried her nodachi in his mouth, and Harbinger in his free arm.The Blesseds rushed out, and then stopped giving Yamada a concerned and anxious look. He held a bloodied Elf warrior, and his armour soaked in blood and guts, but most of all he wore a too gleeful smile.“Help her. I have to go and find King En-“On cue, Encara emerged from a blinding light in front of Yamada.“What happened? Are you okay?” He asked looking him up and down with a worried face.“I feel amazing. I killed a son of Begron. They have one million soldiers coming to attack us.” Yamada said in a euphoric trance.Encara and the Blesseds standing around, shook their heads in disbelief. Before they could press him further, Yamada took off towards the Keep.“Alright, we’re not gonna get anywhere with him. Get her inside.” Encara said following after the Bl
Ul’lanna spent the night in Yamada’s bed, with him sleeping next to Gwyneth, staring wide eyed at the ceiling. At the crack of dawn like a robot, Yamada opened his eyes, rolling to look off the bed.He noticed Ul’lanna staring vacantly at the ceiling and let out a yelp, scurrying back. Gwyneth let out a groan and frowned, pulling him in tight.“What’s wrong?” She asked. “Do Elves sleep with their eyes open?” Yamada nervously whispered.Gwyneth peeked over his shoulder, seeing Ul’lanna’s stare.“Maybe she sleeps with her eyes open?” “It’s bold of you two, to assume that I slept.” She said.Yamada scratched his head. “Is the bed not comfortable?” He asked, poking it.She craned her neck slowly towards him, her eyes bloodshot and bulging. “Do you not know who you’re sleeping next to? Or in!?”He glanced over his shoulder to Gwyneth resting her head on his shoulder. He cocked an eyebrow at Ul’lanna and shrugged. “Gwyneth Lockhart?” He said hesitantly.Ul’lanna leapt out of the bed pointin
“Psst.” Jacara whispered, poking Yamada. His eyes shot open, bloodshot and annoyed. “You awake?”Yamada ignored it, and let out a low mumble. Jacara flicked Yamada’s ear, to no reaction.“I know you’re not sleeping.” He whispered.Yamada forced his eyes closed.“Huh, guess you are asleep. Well I’ve been meaning to get this off my chest. Before you came to the Citadel, me and Gwyneth made love.”Yamada let out a low growl.“She told me that, I was the best she ever had. And that no man could satisfy her ever again.”Yamada’s eyes shot open, filled with rage.“I’m glad you came, I was getting tired of filling that cave.”“Jacara, I know you’re lying. So shut up.” He snapped, without turning around.He smirked. “Oh you’re awake, and you’re right, I am lying. She was a babbling mess after I was done with her.”Yamada rolled over glaring at him, summoning his gauntlet.“Will you shut up? Or do you want to try, and see how hard I can slap with this on?”Jacara scoffed, before feeling Yamada
The last three days marching towards the Silver City, had been trouble free. The three of them had gotten to learn about each other, sitting around the camp fire.They had shared their favourite fruits. Jacara was peaches, however Ul’lanna suspected there was innuendo or lewd reason, to why he chose that fruit.Yamada was mangoes, and hers was oranges. Ul’lanna and Jacara had learn to their horror, that Yamada’s favourite meal. Was actually a dish of raw fish, covered in herbs, chillies and a salty sauce.He failed to convince them of how delicious it was, and only gave them an aversion to seafood. She had thought that, Jacara would have made the trip uncomfortable.Especially after what happened in the prison. However he had spent most of his attention, on learning Yamada’s love making technique.Incessantly nagging at him to spill the secret, with Yamada doing his best to ignore him. With them starting to set up camp for the night. She felt that even if trouble were to come their wa
The sun made love with Encara’s face, giving him a bright rude awakening. He shot up groaning, clutching his head. It throbbed and had a dying thirst.He panned around the room, wincing before a jug of water was thrust into his face. Encara greedily drank the water, his skin rejuvenating. He stopped and frowned, before looking around at the room askance.He wasn’t inside his room, and he wasn’t on his bed. Who had given him the water? Encara panned up to see Gwyneth beside him.“Where am I?” he asked, noticing the draft on his naked body. “And why am I-““Soel and Miranda’s orders.” She said glaring towards the closed door.Gwyneth wore her silk night gown, and slumped onto her bed, grabbing an apple. Bruises and welts covered her body, where the armour had saved her.“Let me heal-ah!”Gwyneth cut him off, by pegging the apple against his head.“You’re under orders to rest. That means no healing, cursing, warping, or opening any of the gates.” She snapped.Encara rubbed the flecks of
Three days had passed since the first assault. At the crack of dawn, Soel and Gwyneth had been given a task by General Aerith. A mob of angry farmers encircled Soel.They cussed their fears at her. She slumped in her chair. Their words fell on deaf ears. Gwyneth stood in the corner of the room. She was stationed here, by Aerith to make sure, Soel did not lash out.Soel’s uninterested, miserable expression filled with contempt, made it impossible for Gwyneth to not smile. Soel shot her a glance, one filled with anger and malice.It only made Gwyneth struggle to not burst out laughing. She scrunched her face. One burly farmer, snapped his fingers at Soel.He was rewarded with her glower, and Gwyneth wincing, sucking air audibly through her teeth. This was one of the three things, that no one should ever do to Soel.Gwyneth had witnessed the aftermath of each one, over twenty years ago.“Are you even listening to us!?” The man bellowed. His sun kissed skin, and rugged hands, were the s
Yamada shot awake with a gasp. A familiar soreness and searing pain radiated through his body. Bruised muscles, and creaking bones.He sat up with his torso bandaged. He scanned his surroundings. A wooden hut, designed for a small family of three or four.The bed made for two people, or one obese person. Made of cheap quality and poor craftsman ship. The aroma of spices and meats brewing, caught his attention.However seeing Harbinger, resting in the corner, replaced his exhaustion with anxiety. Yamada summoned his armour and quietly crept over to Harbinger.He pushed the door open slowly, creeping outside. Yamada froze seeing Jacara and Ul’lanna tied back to back, sitting on the ground of the living room.Both of them were unconscious and gagged. He quickly rushed to them trying to remove their gags and untie them.“Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn’t do that.” Skora said from behind.Yamada spun around seeing Skora. She wore a simple cotton blouse and leather pants. Without the cuirass, her clea
Morning came and the citizens of the Citadel went to work with a sense of looming dread. When would the next attack happen? Could their army defend them? Was it worth staying?Gwyneth woke up, feeling Encara asleep by her bedside. He had pushed himself past his limits. His skin completely pruned, and his hair jet black.She rolled out of bed, wincing at the sharp pain still lingering in her gut. He had sealed the internal injuries to a stable state, but not the muscles.Gwyneth grunted lifting Encara into her bed, and getting dressed. She left him in her room, and walked out to see Miranda in the kitchen.Her face scowling at Gwyneth. “You broke your oath.” She growled, clenching her fist.Gwyneth was silent, and took a seat beside her.“You swore that, you would never enter your Draken state.”“Would you rather have died out there?” “Yes!” Miranda snapped.Gwyneth reeled back in her chair.“All the torment from the others, the guilt and nightmares you have experienced in the last twe
The terrified and enraged denizens of the Citadel, cursed and booed at the Keep. Chanting their frustrations. The newly knighted and terrified mages joined the crowd, with the old guard attempting to keep the peace.The council room was filled with a quiet dread. Cin slumped over the table, with Aerith massaging his head. Entering one’s Draken state gave tremendous power, and several advantages depending on your hierarchy.However with each transformation, you would pay with your sanity. Eventually succumbing to primal instincts.Gwyneth wore a silk dress, rather than her armour, clutching her stomach. Her injuries weren’t fully healed, and the transformation had taken its toll.Soel and the Grand Knights shared several jugs of mead and wine.The discovery of Urkse’s betray was not what concerned them the most. Nor was Encara’s withered and black haired body, nodding off in his chair.Axilas broke the silence, as Vexgar crushed a handful of walnuts in his hand. “What is our next plan?
Ul’lanna followed behind, Yamada and Jacara. The air was thick with anger and irritation. They had heard the roars in the distance, but pressed forward. Both were biding a silent rage.“Ul’lanna, how long is the trip to the Silver City?” Yamada asked.“Roughly five months, the safest route is the longest.”Jacara was silent in understanding. They needed to stay hidden.“And the shortest and fastest route?” Yamada asked.“If we cut across Pest Peak, it will take us only two months to arrive.” She said reluctantly. “But that path is filled with Drakens, and isn’t worth the risk.”Jacara and Yamada shared a mutual glance.“Hey, your father and Gwyneth, wanted you both to be safe. So stick to the plan.” She ordered.The two of them shrugged, and kept their heads down marching through the forest. Ul’lanna let out a sigh of relief.Vexgar and Axilas’s division had killed over a hundred Wyrms, and ran themselves ragged. They had still done their job and created space between the Drakens and
Thanatos and the Elven army followed Urkse’s orders without delay. They marched in the dead of night; cold, exhausted and starving.Thanatos’s right arm had been ripped off, after Urkse had heard about the death of Rai. He had a lethargic walk, and his bloodied stump was packed tight with gauze and cloth.Urkse sat atop a makeshift palanquin, with the weary warriors, struggling to keep him stable. Urkse sucked on his teeth and snarled.“Tell me again. Why the fuck, did you spare the scouts you found? But decided to kill the Grand Mage I was planning to pin the blame on?” He asked glaring at Thanatos.“I-“ “DON’T FUCKING SPEAK!” Urkse snapped, slamming his fist down.Everyone jumped, their nerves shot.“It was a damn rhetorical question. I know the answer. You’re all fucking stupid. Now instead of capturing the Citadel, you’ll have to conquer it.”He slumped back, letting out a long exasperated sigh, rubbing his tired face.The ink from his flask seeped out, revealing a transcript of Y