"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
Some men attempted to come to pick up the woman from the ground but the sight of Aesir's eyes when he turned and looked at them persuaded them not to try it. The vibe Aesir gave out was that made people feel the urge to be submissive to him. This was one of the many gifts of continually having to put your life on the line over and over again. The chubby man could not take it anymore, he took a pistol from a subordinate and fired it at Aesir.That was the catalyst that prompted the others to also let loose the pellets from their guns. But to their surprise, the moment their guns started shooting, Aesir was no longer in his previous location. He appeared in front of Tiny that was behind the crowd. "You can join now, you know!" He said before disappearing again and appearing in front of a thug. Well, at least that was how it seemed before their eyes.Aesir punched straight to his face before the muzzles of the guns pointed at him again, he had once again disappeared. He k
Tiny woke up with her head banging like the drums in a rock band concert. She sat up from the bunk bed to find that a glass of water and pills had been set aside for her. Courtesy of the shop keeper. She took them and headed downstairs. Derek had called for an early morning meeting. She sat at the round table, only to notice that there was an old man at the table. She at first thought that her banging her was playing tricks on her. But then the old man waved at her .Everyone joined the table one after the other. The shopkeeper wore an apron as she went about serving breakfast at the table. The old man kept looking at the shop keeper like he was seeing a ghost in flesh. Derek saw this and could not help but chuckle a bit. He remembered when he had brought the old man to the market last night and the priceless expression plastered on his face as he saw the different specie of people on the street. The old man was so scared that he held Derek by the arm all the way to the shop.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Happy new year!!!" It was a full moon night and the streets of the marketplace were lively with celebrations. Some were congratulating one another, some toasted to a prosperous year, some thanked the heavens for seeing the new year and some cuddled in each other's embrace. It was a joyous time like it had always been for every year at least for most.As joyous as it was in the marketplace, just a few kilometres away, a man sat in the chair of a fort behind the great curtains of a waterfall frowning his brows in worry. He was not in any mood to enjoy the new year. Besides, time moved differently for Writers. Their very long life span made appreciating little things like this a dull feeling. What really moved them was the thrill of their cultivation moving forward and the godly manipulation of intelligent life forms. Now that was a real good feeling. The feeling of control and power and dominance.However, unfortunately for him, this nic