He listened attentively, this was not a subject matter he wanted to miss...From what I know, she was a poor girl from a poor country. Naturally, you would expect that Levinack and Oshozokia would better take a liking to ruin the life of say, a businessman or a wealthy man. But they found pleasure in bullying the weak, and to top it up, she had the best or should I say the worst expressions towards life. They would mess with her life and enjoy as she threw a tantrum, sometimes rolling on the floor. Am sorry to say this, but there is no other way to put it. They loved her agony.Derek frowned. He had heard very romantic stories of how a lot of parents met and even watched movies, it was quite an awkward feeling knowing your father met your mother by making her life miserable...They would even go as far as to have competitions on her head. It was during one of such competitions that things took a wild turn for all three of them. Levinack had given her a scholarship to study abroad. She
Derek listened on with rapt attention, but he was already like a volcano ready to erupt inside. He was only a child at that time, however, it was not all too difficult to understand the situation at that time...The blow was a devastating one. Levinack had worked up to her and closed her dead eyes himself. There was nothing he could do, death was a domain outside Fate's reach, a domain outside destiny and so, a domain outside Writer's reach. It was the first time I ever saw my brother, the great pillar and Patriarch of House Thembeka, Levinack-cry.The tears fell down his face unto your mother's turning cold face. He didn't leave her side for the entire day and night, just bathing her with his tears, begging and hoping it was some kind of prank or that all she was doing was taking a nap. But regardless of his pleas for her to come back to him, she didn't. She just laid cold, lifeless and breathless. She had left unwillingly for even herself.That day, he handed you over to Vowero, my
On this good day, Walter went on his usual morning walk. The different species in Bastet's temple saw him and bowed to him. Walter nodded from time to time at them in acknowledgement. They all knew he was a Writer and Writers were only one of two things, feared or respected. There was really nothing more to them than that. It was true that not all mortals knew about the existence of Writers, in fact, only those very high in the authority of certain races or those in service to Writers were aware.However, Mortals that were aware all bowed before the most superior race in all the cosmos. Destiny's authors to the multitude of souls. If knowledge of Writers were to ever go public, it would most definitely cause a catastrophic series of events. Religion as a whole would become insignificant for most and the idea of living a life of freedom but a myth.Only those that had their lives or souls tied to the service of this elite race were permitted to enjoy 'Freedom'. And even then, it was mo
Since one day of real time was like a month in void time, Derek practically spent a long time in the void. But in real time, it was just over a week. He concentrated tightly as his body absorbed the remainder of Jiri's power, making it his own.All though Bastet was not sure of the possibility of a cultivation mistake since an origin Rune was in charge, she did not want to take any chances. She had experienced cultivation accidents from a multitude of young Writers. It was not a funny matter for each and every one of them. A cultivation accident could add a number of years before the Writer can attempt the breakthrough again. In some cases, it took years from the Writer's long life span, and worse, it could even lead to death.There was no way in hell Bastet was risking it. Has excited as she was, she was also nervous. Also, she knew it was quite early for him to be attempting a new level. But screw it, where was it written?Large beads of sweat soaked his clothes and flowed to the gr
Bastet and Walter were in surprise. "How did you know? Did Maria tell you!?" Walter asked. "No! But I think she wanted to. I kinda figured it out myself, especially with the level of importance you guys have been placing on it."Bastet nodded, "Yes! that Pendant contains Endurance, But the pendant is not a seal. It would be better to call it a temporary resting place, more like a tent you sleep in when you are out camping.""Huh! Are you saying Endurance is sleeping?" Derek asked."Kinda! Master Levinack put it to sleep so that it could not be found by opposing parties." Bastet responded. "Wow! Is that even possible? Putting an Elder rune to sleep?" Derek added, looking at the pendant in his hand in surprise.This time around, Hayaa was the one that answered his question, "Intelligence starts from Elder Runes. But Elder Runes are forever hovering at that initial state, never crossing it. They are like babies, and if they are like babies, Royal Runes are more like Nannies to the Elder
Walter and Bastet watched as the pendant shot a blinding white light that enveloped Derek and all around him. "It has started!" Bastet Whispered. She held her hand to her chest. She felt a pull from deep within her soul, It was also the same thing for Walter.Meanwhile, deep within the cosmos, every member of the House of Thembeka also felt the pull. Those that were knowledgeable enough knew that it signified two things. Firstly, Endurance had awakened. And secondly, it was given out test to someone it had acknowledged as fit enough to be a Successor.In the Family Plane of the Thembeka's, Aaron smashed his office in anger, breaking all in sight. It had not been long since he returned from the Central mesis humus {Earth} after his failure with Maria and Walter. Although he did kill Maria which he was sure of since the mark of her soul rune in the Family home disappeared. It was still a failure since Derek and his friends came and took Walter away. Also, he wanted knowledge of where Le
Derek's chest heaved up and down, he could barely get enough oxygen into his lungs. He did not know how long it had been, but that sun had never left its centre position since he got here. His clothes were torn at different points showing bruises and cuts. From the side of his mouth, dried blood stains. His eyes felt a bit drowsy from the exhaustion, and if Hayaa did not keep motivating him to hold on, he might have decided to give up and lie on the ground already.He felt extremely thirsty to the extent that he was tempted to zip down and drink his urine, but obviously, his opponents won't let him. What made matters worse was not the fact that his opponents multiplied with every round, increasing the toughness, but that the sun seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. He had already sweat so much that he was sure his pores were afraid of the heat to allow any more salt and water out. His skin felt cakey and his tongue continually searched for wetness in his mouth, like a fish out of w
"You may step out of the tube now your highness." The man controlling the device advised as the capsule opened and Tiny stepped out of it. This was a capsule connected to a very wide network of collectors deep in the ocean floor. The collectors were made to absolve anima from the Mamiwata people over a long period of time. Now, that anima was being pumped into her body. This was already the sixth session since she got here.Tiny came down one step at a time, as she did, the steps beneath her feet creaked from the pressure. Because of the pressure of the anima in her body, she had put on a large amount of weight. Every step she took,l made her feel like she could break the ground beneath her. She had never felt so powerful and yet so powerless, her fate had already been sealed. Even if she escaped now, she would still not survive this much amount of anima. She was not a writer, just a temporary vessel for containing anima.She came down feeling like gravity had become foreign to her. T