"Take me there." She ran out of the room. Derek followed after them.
It was along the corridor of a small alley. Two beefy looking men blocked Madeline's path to a wall. There held steel pipes and had perverted looking expressions on their faces. One of them even licking his lips. On the other side of the wall, a man held Aesir by the collar of his shirt with a pistol to his face. He was much skinnier and shorter with a full-bearded face and a vertical scar on the left side that trailed from his eye to his neck. He looked to be the leader of the motley crew as he was the one spitting out orders.
"Leave them alone," Tiny ordered on arriving at the scene. "Kareem, go get your father." She instructed the boy and he ran off into another alley.
Everyone turned to her and the men burst into laughter. The man with the gun looked at her. His gaze like a dog that found a new toy stopped at her waist. He had naked perversion apparent in his eyes. "Asim!" He called out, an
"Did you hear me? I said strip goddamn it! or your boyfriend here gets a new hole in his head.""My boyfriend!?" She lifted an eyebrow and her hands settled on her waist, "that is not even remotely possible. That thing! is a fool that is only interested in anything that he can eat. Besides even if he could ever get a girl, she would be stuck in the pages of a comic book." She felt like slapping herself. Unacceptable... This was unacceptable. This man just called Aesir her boyfriend. "I would prefer jumping into boiling magma than that idiot being my boyfriend." This man had to pay for such insolence.It was a tense situation but Derek could barely hold back his laughter.Aesir on the other hand felt offended. What did he do wrong? What was wrong with loving food or comic book girls. The mixture of both for him was the peak of enjoyment. "Seriously, it's not like I smell like shit or something. You are even willing to jump into boiling magma," he thought but did
"What the hell bro? A lot of weird shit has been happening and now, you can control minds with your words?" Aesir was on the verge of freaking out. He paced the room back and forth."Aesir, calm down a little," Derek pulled his hand to sit beside him. "I don't know what's going on but we are going to figure it out."Aesir looked at him, "Are you sure? I heard everyone from school died. And the other day when we just arrived, we watched on the news about terrorist attacks at our school." He grabbed Derek by the shoulders, "Bro you don't understand? There are calling it terrorist attacks. The people that did that are clearly powerful. Powerful enough to twist the news. How do we go against something like that?""I don't know. But we will figure it out. If we panic now, we will just end up making mistakes and getting caught."There was a short second of silence in the room and Aesir raised his head to look at Derek before suddenly laughing. Tiny and Madeline
Mr Bahati came home early from work today. ill news of his son's collapse had reached his office and his superiors were kind enough to understand his plight. He sat by the bedside and stroked young Kareem's head. There was no one else in the room except Derek who offered to watch over Kareem. "Derek, Do you know the meaning of our surname 'Bahiti'" Mr Bahati turned to ask. "No sir, i don't," Derek could feel the man was getting emotional and a story was soon to spring up. "It means fortune. I know, it's quite ironic," He gave a sarcastic laugh. Things did not use to be this way for the Bahiti's, at least there were much better during the time of earlier generations and only got worst in the long run. Mr Bahiti came from an ancestry that was recognized as being blessed by the heavens so much that the family name came to mean literally 'Fortune'. But after
Derek got back to the room where his friends stayed only to find them arguing."What's the argument all about?""We have to get out of here, We can't stay here any longer. We are becoming a burden to this family." The answer came from Tiny."I agree that we have to leave here, but where can we go to. We can't even go back to the orphanage even if we wanted to. We are in a country miles away from home, and there are people that want us dead." Madeline grabbed Derek by the hand, "I vote we stay here. We can find one or two things to do. And Mr Bahati offered we could stay as much as we want..."Tiny cut her off before she finished. "That's not possible.""I agree with Tiny, we should leave this place." Derek sat on the bed and thought for a while. There was no way they were going to continue staying here it was not just possible. It would be too unfair to this family.Memories of all that had happened to them so far played back in Derek's head
Later that day. Derek and Aesir thought it necessary to go buy food. It was the remaining money on hand and would probably not be enough but Tiny said she had been considering selling off their comic books and the duo swore that they would bring back food one way or another.Derek and Aesir sat under the shade of a stall. Aesir pondered what to do to get money, while Derek on the other hand was more concerned about the family history of the Bahitis."You still thinking about that stuff?" Aesir asked. Derek had told his companions about the troubling issue with the Bahiti family. Tiny had advised them not to mingle with the issue since it was not their business While Madeline had been bugging about how he was able to see the other Kreem and they couldn't."No, not really. Okay, a little bit. I know that there is nothing we can do, but it is quite troubling don't you agree?""Ya, it is. I have heard of generational curses but this is the first time ever see
"The wavelength is wrong because he is human!? But... but that is impossible!" Erugard could not believe his ears.This was very impossible. It was like saying a bird and a dog had a child. It was just not possible. There are not the same species. Erugard could not fathom the gravity of her words.But If it was true, and that is if? Then it made a bit of sense. But at the same time, it changed the entire game. He turned to Aaron and saw a look that explained Aaron felt threatened."Well, he should," Erugard thought to himself. It was only natural. If the boy was indeed Levinacks son, then it only meant that Aaron's position as Repono would be questioned.This changed a lot of things. He had to inform Ellen immediately not to kill the boy.Aaron looked at him and could guess his thoughts. "You shouldn't do what I think you want to!""Oh! I think I should. Or do you want the blood of an heir on your hands?" But in his mind,
"Why are you here again?" A voice asked. You are still too weak for me to meet you."I know, I don't know how I know but I do," Derek answered."Get stronger! Your enemies are much... much stronger! the voice said and it suddenly went quiet.Derek slowly opened his eyes. There were two big balls barely wrapped in anything before his eyes. That's not right? These balls were much bigger than usual. He subconsciously reached for them, when he heard an unfamiliar voice, "Master Derek I see you are now awake."He lifted his head up in reflex only to see a cat smiling at him. He screamed and backed away in panic."Aww... that's no way to treat me. Not after the way you buried your head here," She pointed to her chest and gave a wink.Derek backed away until he fell off the bed. "What... what are you?""WHAT AM I!? Now you are just trying to be rude. And I heard you went through a great deal of trouble just to find me," She came down t
"Writers are the weavers of destiny," She pointed to the image holding the rune, "and humans 'lives' their craft." She pointed to the image kneeling down.Derek looked at her with more questions on his mind.She noticed and decided to further explain, "Writers have the power to control runes. Runes are the rules that make up and govern the world.""No, that's not it. I get that part, what I don't understand is the 'craft human lives' part,"She sighed and waved her hand and the images dissipated and formed new ones. It was of a mother holding her baby and strings connecting to the child were attached to each finger of a large palm over their heads."When a mortal is born, eventually maybe overtime or probably immediately for most, it is given a name. When that name has been attached to the soul, the soul automatically sends a record of its naming to a random writer across the plains. The writer is responsible for how the soul turns ou