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 helErugard 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
"Are both of you dumb or something? I said drop it! and get on your FREAKING KNEES!!!" The old man shouted at the two young invaders. But instead of both of them complying and diving to the ground in fear, Madeline only took a look at him and continued enjoying her view of the waterfall with his binoculars. Derek on the other hand gently put down the journal. All the while the expected fear attributed to a person with a gun in his face did not register on either of the youngsters."Do you think I won't do it? HuH!? Are you daring me!?" Now even the old man was starting to feel like something was wrong. Who the heck were these kids? Did youngsters no longer watch movies these days, or are they just dumb to what I am holding? "Hey! Do you think I am holding a banana?""No! I don't. In fact, I want you to shoot. Yeah, shoot, right here." Derek pointed to his forehead as he put up a very cocky smile. At first, Derek wanted to calm him down and explain who they were and why
"Why!? I know it was not your fault, but you could at least have told me." As Tiny talked, her pressure on Lydia reduced until it was practically non-existent. Even though Tiny had resided her pressure, Lydia felt as if the weight on her had significantly increased and her other knee also touched the ground. The pressure she felt was not that of strength, but of guilt. The intensely heavyweight of guilt. She herself did not know why she felt guilty. She shouldn't feel this way. Besides, she was the person that was taken advantage of. But when she felt those drops of tears on her skin, she felt as if she had betrayed her friend even though she had done it to save one. This was a completely complicating feeling.Tiny looked at her and then she threw her halberd away and walked out of the sparring ground. As she left, she cleaned her teary eyes as she called to Aesir. "Hey! Dum dum come, let us go take a walk in the market. Aesir pointed to himself in surprise. Although he did n
The old man reached into a cabinet on the floor and brought out a bowl. A whole lot of things were thrown into it. Even the half spoilt can of sardine was thrown in the mix. Then he opened a battery and poured the mixture of zinc and manganese dioxide. Then he went out of the treehouse and after waiting for a few moments, he came back and took the bowl with him. "Come! come!!" He invited Derek and Madeline. They followed him down the treehouse. He went into the bushes and came back with a trap and a very unlucky bush rat that was still helplessly struggling for its life in it.He carefully released the rat from the trap and slaughtered the poor thing with a knife. He drained the blood from its neck and into the blood. After a little more mix, he used the blood as paint and drew simple runes on the ground. As he did, each rune immediately glowed on completion. Both Madeline and Derek looked on in surprise as the runes he had drawn came together, weaving within one another unti
All she wanted was to be moody and in peace. Probably drown her worries in a bottle or two. But these set of unreasonable fools wanted to mess with her already shitty day. The beast men laughed out loud in the obvious provocation. Aesir watched on as Tiny took step after step until she stood before them. All the while, she was steady in her steps and didn't rush. The waiter and the men watched as the small looking figure walked towards the beast-man that had the bottles of wine from the Waiter. "I am thirsty, you took two battles from me." She lifted her head, "You are going to buy me two to quench my thirst and maybe a dozen to quench my anger.""Huh!" The beastman looked at the petite figure in front of him and laughed aloud. "Who the heck was this brat," He thought. From the intonation of the voice, it was obviously a young girl. A very young girl. "Hahaha... Of course young missy, I'll buy you as much as you want if you sit right here." He pointed to his big fat thi
All eyes were on the duo as they left the bar. The bouncer on the floor stood up, looking at the result of the visit of the two he had looked down upon when they were entering the place, he had a mixture of feelings. But the one that really stood out was his gratitude that he had not partaken in it.It had become really dark but the streets were made bright by the different stalls still in business. One would think maybe these guys never slept, and truthfully, most didn't or even if they did, they always had somebody watching over the shop on their behalf. The Waiter took them through the winds and turns of the streets she was obviously very familiar with until there got to a house. It was a two-storey building with its mark everywhere on the building. The place looked very different from all the other buildings around. That was not because most of the other buildings were shops, it was because of the range of activities that were happening before it. Sex workers littered its