His heart rate spiked up, causing him to look around, this was what he normally does when he needs problems fixed, it helped him a lot in the past and enabled him to think of a solution.But the weapon that the enemy had used against him was like nothing that he had ever seen before. “They were able to teleport me and everything under the beam…” He whispered, trying to remember any memory that might give him a clue of who created this weapon and how he could reverse the effects and go back. “Do they even know that I am still alive?” But as he tried thinking of a solution, his stomach growled, disturbing his concentration. Despite eating the biscuit that has fulfilled his nutritional needs, it has failed to fill his hunger, which caused him to look around.His eyes stopped as he looked at the bear, he didn't even have to think about it, his instinct took out his knife and started cutting open the bear, removing the meat from the skin before placing it above the fire for it to cook.
“I don’t know about you, but it has been a long day for me, so I will go to sleep first. We will talk tomorrow.” He said before handing Gabriel a soft cloth for him to sleep on. Gabriel just realized this, but the fight that took place in the General’s mansion had his body aching a lot. As he looked at the soft white cloth, his eyes started blinking slowly. He dropped the cloth on the floor, before taking out his suit and using it as a pillow. Although it was not soft as one, as he placed his head on it, he immediately fell asleep. # Gabriel continued eating his military ration biscuits and drinking his clean bottled water as the monk started cooking up stew in one of the rooms in the temple. “Want some?” The monk asked as he mixed in some vegetables into the stew.Seeing that the water that the monk used for the stew was not filtered properly, he declined, “I’ll pass.” “Your loss.” the monk shrugged before pouring himself some to eat, “So which country are you from anyways?”
“Move!” Norvin screamed, knowing that the bear was more than capable of crushing him. But Gabriel, confident in his strength, kept his knife in his scabbard, and stopped the attack with his two hands, clasping the bear's paws. For a second, he matched the strength of the grizzly bear, but let go of one of his hands to draw the knife out of the sheath before stabbing the bear in the throat, pulling it out, and manoeuvering to the back of the bear, stabbing the skull of the bear, crushing its brain in the process. Gabriel’s face was splattered with blood, but none of it was his; the other eight bears looked his way before running out of the wall. The village was safe again. The guards could hardly believe their eyes; a man with just a knife killed two bears while matching it in strength. Norvin turn to look at the other guards, “That's the man that killed the red bear.” “That explains it…” One of the guards huffed before dropping down to the ground to rest. The other villager
Just beside the Village Temple of Rha, was a small house, its size more closely resembles a hut, ordained with religious symbols around it, similar to the ones at the temple. Moel opened the door and entered while Gabriel followed closely behind. “Mom?”Moel called out as he entered the house, searching in the living room. But he froze as he saw chunks of cut-up meat covered in large leaves on the ground. “What…” Gabriel recognized it, “It's the red bear meat, seems your mother made things more easier for me…” Moel sighed before walking towards his mother’s room, and as he opened it, he could see his mother holding the skin of the bear, now made into a garment. “Mom! Thats not mine…” He covered his face before facing Gabriel, “I’m sorry, I didn't know my mother would do this, I hope you weren't planning on using the bear’s skin.” “It's fine. I only brought it with me for the meat.” He said before turning to the pile of cut bear meat. The monk wiped off his forehead sweat before
Knock! Knock! Knock! “Who’s that!?” The village chief shouted. “It's me, Chief. You called?” Moel explained. The village chief quickly opened the door to his office. The eye bags under his eyes were deep, as the monk took a peek into the office, he could see that the village chief had been spending time working. “Come in!” he escorted the monk to sit. “Anything from the Empire or the Kingdom?” Moel asked, wondering if the Empire or the Kingdom had received their message of plea. They have been waiting for a response for a very long time, but to no avail. “Nothing, just as usual.” The Chief replied in disgust as he continued cutting open the letters. “They will only respond if we have anything that can help them. The only ‘help’ we are getting is some good wishes from the cities.” “Typical… Typical…” Moel shook his head before his eyes were caught on one of the letters on the Chief’s table. “What’s this?” The monk pointed at the letter. “That’s the letter from the Village of
“Shagrat na lugburz!” The skinny creature commanded the newly grown red bears. The bears struggled to move around, only a few seconds ago they were newborn cubs, but now they were forced to grow up, and since they hadn't learned to walk, the balance of their body was weak. However, the almost humanoid short red bear raised his hand, his gesture almost looked like a puppeteer trying to control its puppets. And as soon as it did that, the emotion that was present in the cub's eyes were all gone and they started moving towards Gabriel with their mouth ready to chew on him. Gabriel raised both his hands to defend against them, but as one of the bears swung his hand at him, he could feel that the bears had nothing but bones. And the bones weren't hard at all. They were as soft as babies. “Guess we all make mistakes, huh,” Gabriel said before ripping the bear in half, almost like paper. The body was stretched too thin. And its weight was just slightly above the weight of a cub. The oth
“Sutherland!” Talnuc, the Captain of the Village Guards approached Sutherland, whose face had been dirty by the hours-long work of rebuilding the torn-down village wall alongside the other villagers. “Tomorrow…” Sutherland shook his head, wiping his face as he walked towards his house, “I’m tired, can’t you see?” “No, you have to do something about this, you can't imagine what the Chief did!” Talnuc stopped the Advisor. “Tomorrow,” Sutherland repeated. However there was nothing Sutherland could do when the Captain used his hands to stop him, Sutherland was just an advisor after all. “The Chief has declared a state of emergency!”Sutherland rolled his eyes, “Captain, look around you, does it not look like a state of emergency to you?”“Well let me finish, he declared the Guardian’s decree and gave the power of guardian to the new visitor.” Sutherland was immediately awake after hearing this, “Are you sure?”“I got the news from the Chief himself, I am not going to leave the fat
“Well, they might be a bit rusted sure. But in this case, and against the enemy that we are about to face, these weapons will suit all of you better.” Gabriel replied. “You know that’s bull-” “It's not if I can prove it to you,” Gabriel interjected sternly and turned toward the small crowd of guards. “I need one man to pick up this weapon for demonstration.” “I’ll do it,” Norvin said, still confused about how a bunch of rusty old spears would be able to help him in this situation. He held his breath as he lifted the weapon, expecting it to be heavy, but the weapon came off the ground easily. “It's lighter than I expected.” He whispered. It was lighter than the longsword that he was used to but not by much The Captain got closer to Gabriel, his head shaking, “I don’t know what you're trying to do, but unless you prove to these men, that spears are capable of killing those red bears. They won't follow your orders.” Gabriel smiled, “Don’t worry, they’ll trust me.” He said before