Derek looked at him in confusion. A lot of what Mr Walter said did not make sense to him. Words like duties, jade throne and even heir.
Mr Walter saw the confusion in his face and proceeded to explain. He put his hands behind him and paced around. A habit that was obvious he had whether as a writer or a high school teacher. "There are eleven noble families under the direct rule of the jade throne. Each with its own uniqueness and qualities. Most of them if not all have an affiliation with a certain type of anima that mortals produce. The families in order of power and influence are:
House Nathifa-aka The House of Pain
House Ngina-aka The House of Pleasure
House Tomika-aka The House of Wrath
House Waceera-aka The House of Seekers
House Zora-aka The House of Perfection
House Keita-aka The House of Troubles
House FYnn-aka The House of Greed
House Gamba-aka The House of Strength
House Abbo-aka The House of Preservatio
Bastet clapped her hands, "Okay! and I think that's okay for now. We have been talking for some time now, you must be hungry." "But I am not yet done, there is still a lot he must know about..." Mr Walter protested. "And I agree, but as they say, Rome was definitely not built in a day. Besides the young master has had nothing to eat and must be hungry,". She interrupted him, "Am I right master Derek!?" She looked to Derek. Derek nodded in reluctance. Deep down, he did not want to stop. The lesson was so interesting that he had totally forgotten about food. "Come with me please. Am sure my acolytes have prepared something nice for you." She lead the way out of the library while Derek and Mr Walter followed along. They passed a few doors that lead to a magnificent hall with broad artistically designed tables all around. The hall had chandeliers that did not seem to be connected to the ceiling but just floated high in the air from o
"Sure!" Derek nodded."Good." She touched her long cat ear and a rune appeared close to it. She spoke into it, "Lydia! please bring me a book from the library. World of Runes."A few minutes later, an averagely tall girl walked into the room with a very big book. Big enough that she held it with both hands and still had some difficulty walking. She was very fair-skinned. Fair enough to nearly pale. She wore glasses that sat on her small nose bridge complimenting her cute oval face and deep red lipsShe had on long white socks with a white and black maid outfit that looked a size too small for her very curvy figure. The fabric that covered her torso had two big towers that allowed their edges to peep out, forming a deep cleavage that obviously enjoyed the attention of eyes.If not for her never smiling face, and cold demeanour that subconsciously gave people the feeling of talking to a walking corpse,
"We are going to be addressing basic runes." Bastet continuedThe first of basic runes is the Primary runes. Primary runes are in themselves matter in general. we call them primary runes because there cannot exist or function alone. there has to be an association of other runes like them or different runes for them to take effect. In truth, humans have almost discovered this rune, but they call it an atom and a combination of them, molecules.The next is Foundational runes. There is the string that holds primary runes together. Basically, the force that holds matter together. There are the pillars on which all primary runes stand.The third is Elemental runes. Now these runes as their name implies, are the elements in their purest form. There are divided into Air, Water, Earth, Light, Fire and Lightning. In truth, the last element was not initially thought out to be an element of its own but a subelement. Over a period o
After he was done with Walter, Lydia showed Derek to his room but before she left, he stopped her."Lydia, you said you tracked us for something to be sure it was us that came through the gate right?""Yes, Master Derek. But by the time I came to officially introduce myself, you and your friends had disappeared from the house."Derek raised an eyebrow in questioning and she continued."I came to the house, and the woman that answered the door said she was going to get you. But when she came back, she said you and your friends had already disappeared."Derek thought about it a little. It must have been the time he and his friends went out the window in fear of who was at the door, only to go outside and meet the actual pursuer. What a coincidence."There is something I want to ask you. If you could help me, I would be very grateful." She bowed her head. "Anyth
It was the early hours of the morning. Derek woke up to a loud knock on the door. He lazily came down from the bed and acknowledged the wake-up call. It was Lydia..."Master Derek," She bowed, "Mr Walter would like you to join him in the training room. I have prepared attire for your session. It is in your closet." She stated and turned around to leave without a reply from him.Another five minutes and Derek was out in the training room. For some reason, he felt very uncomfortable with the tight pants and continued pulling at them. They gave the illusion that there were glued to his skin.In the training room, was his friends, Bastet and Mr Walter. It seemed like he was the last to appear. Bastet was having a conversation with Mr Walter, but on seeing him, She bowed as Mr Walter also followed.Derek did not know how to respond. It had only been a day, he was still very fresh to this whole 'Writer noble' of a thing. Should he bow or wav
"On the issue of releasing your friends to be free of Writer's influence, it is indeed possible." On hearing this, Derek was very excited but Mr Walter burst his happy bubbles before they got too big. "But it is not going to be easy. Also, it's at a cost. One am sure you can't afford even if you could." "And what is the cost!?" "It's your soul rune." Walter went further to explain. "Every Writer as I have said before has what is called a soul rune. An especially unique feature of a writer that cannot be duplicated. There are only three hardcore ways to be free from the survey of Writers. The first is for a mortal to become familiar. Now, I know that might sound easy but in truth, it is extremely difficult. The probability for that is usually one in a million, not to add that the person must be very submissive to you. And the level of anima needed is also incredible. We talking anima from say
Bastet took several steps back. And sat on the floor, in a very carefree manner. It was very different from how she carried her self usually.Tiny and the others thought she was doing it in regret of her earlier actions. Her fingers kept on shaking and she hug herself to hold back her emotions. but her eyes were getting moist with tears. She suddenly got up and reached for Derek. Pulling him out of Tiny's embrace and into her own. She stood up and disappeared out of the room with him in her hands.It was happening again. It had been a long time since the last one. But something was different this time around. It was that Derek knew it was happening. This time around, he saw himself as a wealthy businessman. One that had accomplished schemes and tricks to enjoying the sweet position he now sat. Anybody in his position should be happy, but he was a sad man. His children had all ended up being a nuisance to society. They all lived
Derek came out of Bastet's room and went to the training room. On getting there, he discovered that Aesir and Tiny had already gone back to training but Madeline did not. She sat at one edge of the room and just watched.This particular room was different from the one Derek and Walter used. It was oval in shape, with stairs leading to the centre. Much like how a stadium looked like. except it was not that huge.Derek came and sat beside her."So you didn't die?" she teased."Naa! I didn't die." he laughed while scratching the back of his head. He looked at the two people cutting and slashing at the ant creatures and back at Madeline."You done with training?""Naa!" She replied and bowed her head on her legs. After some time, she started crying. Derek was at a loss for what to do. He did not remember hurting her or saying an