Derek was a low-level Writer. That amount of blood he just bathed in was far too much for his system. And to make matters worse, he had been using his Aura all the while. He was nowhere in a position to combat the effects of the blood in his system. Derek screamed as he thrashed about and then he suddenly stopped. His bloodshot eyes had caught sight of the fainted Tiny in the corner.
He immediately dived in her direction. "Oh No!" Lydia whispered. Derek tried as had as he may, but everything in him was urging him to rip off Tiny's clothes and take her. He came on top her and just as he was about to do away with her clothes, he suddenly stopped. He looked at her sleepy face and stopped.
Memories of the times they had spent together breezed through his mind. He remembered how he had opened his eyes to see that she had saved his life from that river. He remembered that she always defended him against bullies and how he would sleep and wake up in the comfort of her laps.
Derek sat with his hands hugging his legs in the void. "What have I done!?" He asked himself. The only thing he currently felt was absolute regret. To him, he had done something extremely abominable. He could not help but think about how disgusted he felt towards himself. "It was not your fault!" Hayaa comforted. "There was nothing else you could have done." She sighed. "I should have also done a better job, but I was scared of sending more of my energy through your body. I was scared that you might actually blow up. I am sorry. I didn't protect you.""Naa!!! it is not your fault. I shouldn't have been that careless." He stood up and walked towards her. Cupping her face in his palm, "You shouldn't beat yourself about it."She looked up at him. "So what are you going to do now?""There is nothing else I can do about this, I'll have to take responsibility." He sighed. "Now that I think of it, I can't possibly tell Bastet. She'll definitely be mad with me." Derek
"Don't do it!""Do what!? Derek asked."Apologise! Don't do it." Lydia responded with a firm expression plastered on her face. She still continued brushing the body of the Griffin, not sparing him a look at all. Derek was speechless. How could he not apologise, what he did was a heinous crime. Now he was tongue-tied about what to do."I... wante..."He was interrupted by Tiny's arrival. Swallowing whatever had managed unto his tongue from his belle of confusion. "Is everything alright?" Tiny asked. "It's nothing," Derek answered in a hurry and walked out of their presence. Tiny looked at his back profile as he walked away and then at the ever-busy Lydia. Now her antenna was definitely on to something. "I have to go see the chief. I have not thanked him properly for his help." Tiny also walked away.Lydia's hand was in a continuous brushing motion stopped for the first time since she saw Derek come out of the hut. "Idiot! Idiot!! IDIOT!!!" In her anno
"The next thing I want to talk to you about is about your man..."Tiny left the chief's home with a lot on her mind. Before the day ended, Madeline had woken up. By the next morning, the crew was ready to continue on their journey. The chief came out personally to see them off. There were already not so far from their destination. As soon as there were gone, the chief went back to his home. Opening a hatch that lead underground, he lit up a lamp and walked down its stairs. At the end of the stairs, he opened a door. On entering the room, there were eggshells everywhere on the floor-too many and far too big to be poultry eggshells. At one corner of the room, piles of meat were layered on top of one another to form a small mountain. The colour of this meat was stained with tried pinkish blood. At the end of the small mountain of meat lay two creatures-a miniature versions of the generation before them. They munched on the meat so greedily that one would wonder where it al
In front of them was a buzzing market. It was in a hall with a ceiling so high they couldn't see the top because the lighting system did not reach that far. There were stalls here and there with shop owners and customers of different species. The goods they sold ranged from consumables to surprisingly magic carpets. The sight of it all was amazing. There were children playing a game of tag and they hit down the goods of a stall owner in the process. That stall owner removed her shoe and chased after them. When she was gone, some other kids popped out of different hiding spots to steal her goods. Aesir saw this and laughed haughtily. That strategy brought him memories."Welcome to the Ignotus Bazaar! It means an unknown or hidden market. That's what places like this are called. Everyone, please put up your hoody!" Lydia moved forward and the rest followed her instruction and her steps as their eyes enjoyed the beauty and variety of the place. Even Derek that had seen a similar s
Meanwhile, information about a writer entering the market had reached certain ears. An old man begging for food had secretly whispered certain words about Derek and his friends into a ring with a small crystal ball on it. This small crystal ball was not like the others. The symbol that showed on this one is that of House Nathifa.At the Fort behind the curtains of the kalandula waterfalls, Ellen had been bored these past few months. Since the attack made by Mr Walter, she had not been allowed to leave the fort to have some entertainment for herself. She laid lazily on her couch with her goblet in one hand hoping to find some semblance of interest in the sweet-sour nectar of its wine.Nobles were the only Writers allowed on the central Mesis humus, therefore the only Writers in the Fort were currently Herself, Vera, Lord Erugard that had currently assumed himself lord of the fort by force and his guest from the Thembeka family, Aaron who was here because the prisoners hel
Erugard sat in his office, but it felt like that comfortable office chair was on fire. He kept reviewing the documents on his table over and over again. They was also another explanation for the probable reason for Jiri's personal visit. That was if he wanted to do something personally. Could it be releasing the prisoners? he thought. But immediately rejected that reason. The Jade throne was already aware of the two fugitives. Even Lord Jiri would not dare go against the will of the Jade Throne. He can't possibly be that foolish.Ellen showed Jiri and his small entourage of pretty women to their quarters. She bowed her head and was about to take her to leave when Jiri stopped her."So it was you who captured the Thembeka prisoners or at least that's what I heard."She turned back to him, "I only captured one, your grace. And it was in accordance to the will of the Jade throne.""Hmm!" Jiri stroked his cleanly shaved jaw as he pretended to be deep in thought, "D
Erugard took to the prison cells beneath the fort. He needed an activity to take his mind off of things a little. Maybe a little venting of his annoyance would let him think a little clearer. The fort at the moment only had two prisoners, both of which were considered very important and not just to the family but to the jade throne itself, but a little play around to extract information is usually permitted. As long as he didn't break their minds.But on getting down to their cells, he discovered an acquaintance had beaten him to the prey. The screams of their intense agony reached his ears even before his arrival. This excited him a bit. He wanted in on some of the fun too, but when he finally laid sight on them, he had to stop Aaron from going any further or else he broke them.What had happened was that the arrival of the patriarch of the Waceera family had also triggered suspicion of sorts in him. Except that he was more of panic and fear. Everybody who was anybody
"Are you sure this is the place?" Madeline asked Derek. She took a look at his face and shyly hid her face that was starting to feel hot with embarrassment. Derek on the other hand really did not understand. This was probably the tenth time she had done that. He was starting to think that there was something on his face. Then again it was possible, after all, they stood in the middle of a tropical forest. But after checking several times, he found nothing.They stood in front of a tall big mangrove tree. It was a tree far unlike the one that lead to the 'market' place. This one looked older and was crowned with a treehouse. "Yes, I am sure it is." Derek put a hand on the tree, "I can feel that runes have been used here but the method of usage was very crude. Like trying to start a fire with the primitive methods of using stones instead of the ease of a lighter."While the others prepared for the assault on the enemy's fort, Derek needed to bring in the old man that was u