Perhaps he underestimated Kumah. Dingane grabbed the spear with his right hand, pulling it out from his flesh. Kumah counted the force by trying to push it even deeper. They both struggled but Dingane prevailed. He kicked Kumah off him and broke the spear with his bare hands. It was back to hand to hand combat. Kumah could feel his adrenaline dropping as the pain from his injuries kicked in. Dingane placed his hand on his left shoulder in an attempt to stop the bleeding but blood escaped from the little spaces between his fingers. His rings begun to glow and his wounds begun to heal.
EUROPIA CITYAdmiral Yvet had a long day at work, he was exhausted. It was past midnight; he should be home by now. His wife would be thinking of his whereabouts. He didn’t want to go home and have her scream at his face, again. He hated it every time she raised her voice at him.He walked out the entrance of the warehouse. As the general overseer of the harvest from the western farmlands, he had to stay late to keep records of the harvest. It was physically and mentally exhausting. The light from the lampstands at the corners of the fence that surrounded the warehouse made his eyes ache and the shadows of the nearby trees danced with the rhythm of the wind. A soothing breeze blew past him and he looked up to the sky. The clouds were gathering and the air carried the smell of rain.“You must be tired as well Jester.” He said to the tall man beside him.“Don’t worry sir, as long as I’m getting paid to
She stepped away from the corpse and looked around. The door of the ware house was wide open. The fool must have forgotten to lock it behind him. The rain made her clothes stick uncomfortably to her skin. She looked down onto her blood soiled top. The sight irritated her, it was her favourite top and Jester just had to soil it with his filthy blood. She wished he was still alive so she could torture him just for soiling her clothes. But that wasn’t important right now. She had a job to finish…Admiral Yvet's heart raced, pounding so hard he'd swore it would tear open his chest. He raced through the well-arranged crates of harvest. The moon light dispersed through the barn windows of the warehouse creating an eerie pattern of light. He entered his office and hid under his desk, trembling with fear. He hoped Jester would take care of the assassin, it was his only hope of surviving. He always dreaded going home to his unbearable family, but he wanted t
She dashed through the surrounding woods. The darkness seemed to grow deeper and deeper as she got further into the forest. She stopped in the middle of a clearing and scanned her surroundings. There was a hoot from an owl in a distance and the wind blew the leaves of the nearby trees making a soothing sound."What took you so long?" A voice said behind her.She slowly got off the tiger with elegance that matched that of a queen."Apparently he had a bodyguard." Jayde said"Hmm. Our Intel didn't say anything about him having a bodyguard." The figure said stepping out of the shadows. She wore a long black robe which almost swept the ground. It covered her inner clothing. She had a long sharp sword sheathed to her side. Her eyes were bright blue and her blonde hair was tied into a long ponytail. Both of her ears had the teeth of an animal hooked into them."Well I took him down anyways. It was no trouble. Besides how long I take to do my job is none
…Yvet Manor…Zoey tossed and turned on her soft comfortable bed as she clung desperately to her doll. It was happening again, the voices in her head were whispering relentlessly. She tried to fight them but it was no use. The voices pierced through her mind overlapping each other. She felt her surroundings spin, it made her head ache really bad. One of the voices screamed out of nowhere which made her fall off her bed. She looked at the clock which hung on top of her door. It was past midnight and quiet. She was officially seven years old. Ever since that doctor treated her off her illness, she hasn't been able to get a good rest. Since then she has always been pampered and given anything she wanted. She wondered why she was being treated so special. Her elder brother however, stopped playing with her and kept his distance.She got out of her room and begun walking to her mother's room, maybe she'll be able to sleep comfor
It's been two weeks since the duel between Kumah and Dingane. Amahle sat on the pier filling a pot with water. It was a bright sunny day: the birds filled the atmosphere with their random songs. The scout village was lively as usual and people were going about their assigned tasks. She heard someone call her from the waters. She scanned around for the voice and spotted Sipho waving at her. She waved back with a smile. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before placing a cloth on her head. She bent down to lift the pot."Need a hand?" A familiar voice said from behind her."Kumah: you should be resting." She said adjusting the cloth."Not really: in fact, I feel great!" He said"Clearly my father didn't break enough of your bones, did he?" She laughed."Ha! Very funny. Let me help you: it’s the least I could do." Kumah insisted"Well, having a butler won’t be a bad." She repliedKumah picked the pot of water and pla
Dingane and Kumah turned to the direction of the voice. A skinny tall man raced towards them; he wore a skirt with a small leather bag strapped around his shoulders. Kumah could see his rib press against his sides. He wondered if the man was suffering from some disease.Dingane saw the man approach them and let out a disappointing sigh.‘’What is it Mpilo?’’Mpilo paused and tried to catch his breath. He took several deep breaths, each inhale taking a considerable amount of effort.‘’Is he ok?’’ Kumah asked.Dingane’s composure shifted. He gave Kumah a disapproving look, like he wasn’t supposed to say what he just said. Mpilo’s deep breaths suddenly stopped.‘’Excuse me?’’ Mpilo’s tone switched from a tired one to a more threatening toneKumah took a step back and s
Berthold saw the questioning look in her eyes. He expected this reaction from her and gave her a moment to gather herself before he spoke.‘’It’s not really a pleasant surprise but you needed to see this. We found his body last two weeks at the warehouse. And the reason I didn’t inform you until now is that orders from above demanded we keep this information classified.’’The look on her face suddenly switched from panic to calm. Berthold knew she was breaking down on the inside"Two weeks?" she asked, her voice shakingHe noddedSimone placed both hands in her pocket and looked closely at the wound in Yvet’s neck.‘’This was professional work’’ She said ‘’Hired assassins’’Berthold smiled. She’d gone into total detective mode just like that. For someone to switch emotions at will was frightening.Simone was the best detective
The next day, Simone laid on her bed with a slight headache. She was still tired from crying all night. She walked to a small bowl of water on the table next to her bed and stared at her reflection. Her eyes were bright red.Time for a cold bath, she thought to herself. She looked around at the emptiness of her small wooden house as she fought back another stream of tears. After her bath, she put on a black cloak over her sleeveless top and shorts and walked to the front of her house where she had her white horse tied to a pole. She untied it and gently brushed the side of the horse.‘’Ready for another adventure Ace?’’ she said looking at the horse who was busy feasting on some hay.She sighed and led the horse away from the hay. She mounted Ace and rode towards the Yvette manor. As she rode through the town, she begun to reflect on her life so far and how everything was slowly becoming invisible to her. She had very few friends and she