Rey Reed Smith galloped on the horse that was given to him by Gaius, racing across the desert land and heading toward the tavern that was located on the outskirts of the town. By the time he crossed the Isengard border and arrived at Ai, the first sun was shining brightly.
Rey reduced the speed of his horse, throttling gently into the town. After another hour of riding, he jumped off his horse, held his reins, and tried looking for a clue.
Gaius had told him that the bandits who kidnapped Garry came in this direction. He told him that they were wearing armor and bearing the flag of the Ai men. Rey didn't waste any time. He chased after them immediately.
Luckily, he was able to catch up with one of them on his way here. The man he caught was dying. He was suffering from a fever, forcing his men to leave him behind. They probably thought he wouldn't make it. He will only slow their journey down.
Rey was lucky to meet the man some minutes before he breathed his last breath. He was the one who pointed Rey in this direction. Since then, Rey had increased his speed, riding very hard like there was no tomorrow for him.
Rey looked at the Ai town, and he needed no one to tell him that he was lost. The bandit he met on the way didn't get the chance to give him all the information he needed before he died. He only told Rey that the rest of his people would be staying at one of the biggest inns in this town before they continued their journey.
Rey begins his journey by searching through any Inn his mind tells him to check. As he kept doing this, he couldn't help but think of the dream he had last night. He couldn't wrap his head around it. He feels restless and lost. He was still finding it difficult to believe that he was possessed and that someone had been watching him ever since he began his quest for revenge. Not just anyone, but an ancient god.
Everything looked normal to him except that he had lost his memory. Rey was trying to dismiss the dream. He wants it to look normal. He wanted to erase it from his thoughts, but he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried to shake it away, he knew it was true. From the deepest part of his heart, he knew it was reality. He was indeed possessed by someone stronger than the universe.
He could remember his fight with the man in his dream. The man was fast, skillful, and invisible. He easily countered every attack Rey presented. Not only was he able to predict Rey's next move, but he also had the power to slow time for his gain. He was indeed a god. Though, he cheated by using extraordinary powers.
Rey could remember the man telling him that he was his ancestor. Rey could remember the words of the man who says Rey is from his lineage. If that man was right, it means Rey comes from the generation of the gods. Nevertheless, it doesn't make sense to him. It only confused him more.
Different thoughts started racing in his mind. Different possibilities, suggestions, and questions kept his mind occupied. If he was from the lineage of the gods, that also means his father is an ancient being. If yes, then how is it possible for his father to die?
His father! The words repeated themselves in Rey's head, followed by a memory that flashed in his head. He saw someone that resembled him running in the woods, being chased by people with red eyes. The memory disappeared fast and was replaced by a man who sentenced the being that resembled him to death. Rey didn't need anyone to tell him that the being that was killed was his father.
And that sparked another question in his mind. Who was the man who killed his father? Why was his father killed? He could also remember the first memory he saw when he woke up on the beach, the memory of him being killed by a female. Surprisingly, Rey marked the female and male beings' eyes and swore to slaughter them. Though he doesn't have a plan yet, he will find them and take them down.
Rey suddenly stopped as another thought struck his mind. He remembered the dream he had. The dream of himself riding on a boat, the island, the castle, and his father sitting on top of the castle with light shooting out of his hand. It could only mean one thing: his father's spirit was also trapped here, just like his own. Perhaps it's one of the reasons he was sent here by Lord Rey.
“Yes, it's.” Rey heard a voice in his head, replying to his questions.
As the voice said those words in his head, Rey remembered another word Lord Rey said in his dream: “I had access to your power and memory. Nevertheless, I'm taking full control, and I'll only let out some of your memories when necessary.”
That made Rey conclude that the man who possessed him intentionally played those memories in his head, so he could make him know the reason he was sent here. It also means the being is the one who spoke in his head now.
Rey took a deep breath and said, “Lord Rey, is that you?” He asked. “Can you speak to me through your mind?”
“The inn you're going to is located some blocks away,” Lord Rey answered instead, ignoring his question. “Continue on this straight path, and then flock right twice after thirty feet. Take another thirty feet of walking, and you will see a huge gate with the banner of the Ai men. After that flock left, took thirty paces and then left again. You will see the inn twenty feet away.”
Rey complained in his head, “That's too much.” He shakes his head in frustration, “How did you expect me to remember such directions? Can't you lead the way?”
“Good luck, young warlock. I need to rest now.” Lord Rey replied, and Rey could feel his presence departing.
“Lord Rey!” Rey screamed in his head. However, his voice was met with silence. Knowing full well that the man won't reply again, Rey continues his journey, hoping and praying in his head that he shouldn't get lost.
Rey Reed Smith kept galloping through the streets of the Ai people; his head was repeating the direction of Lord Rey in his head, and he was hoping that he wouldn't get lost. He was trying his best not to forget the direction that was given to him by the grumpy Lord by repeating it frequently.
Yes! Rey Reed Smith called him grumpy because of his character. The lord was borrowing his body, and he was still controlling him. If he had any other choice, Rey wouldn't hesitate to shut Lord Rey out of his mind and regain his memory.
Could he do that? Rey doubts he will do such a thing. Even if he was given a chance or a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get rid of the Lord and regain his memory, Rey knew deep down in his mind that he still wouldn't do it. He will lose a lot of things if he gets rid of the man.
Rey will not get rid of the man because he still has a lot of work to do in this realm. There were many things that he knew he wouldn't achieve alone, even if he were given full access to his memory.
Some of those things are to lift the curse of Xavier Knoll, find his father, and find the portal that will take him back to his realm. And to do that, he needs guidelines from someone who's as old as the realm itself. Rey suspected that the only being who held the answer to his question was none other than Lord Rey.
Rey took that turn, which he suspected would lead him to the inn, and he prayed with all his heart that he hadn't missed the way. He hoped in his heart that he should be on the right track. He was tired of walking aimlessly since daybreak. He was eager to find and rescue Garry. Not only that, he still has many things to do.
Rey wants to talk to Lord Rey once again. He wants to ask him many questions concerning his father, the way back to his realm, how to lift the curse on Xavier Knoll before Garry and Gaius become full victims, and how to defeat Sebastian once and for all.
As Rey took the last turn, he raised his gaze and felt his heart swell with pride at the sight in front of him. He had done it. He had found the inn. It was located in a desolate place and built with planks in a two-story building.
Rey kicked his horse, increasing its speed, and he galloped towards the inn. Rey was tired from the hard ride, exhausted, and thirsty. Nevertheless, he didn't stop to take a rest. He could think of nothing else but saving Garry and getting back to Isengard.
He pulled up before the inn, jumped off his horse, and hurried through the thick wood door of the inn. He opened it hastily and walked in, expecting to see the bandits that kidnapped Garry feasting and making merry. Of course, that's what every bandit does whenever they succeed on a mission. They come to the inn or tavern, drink, mate, and get high on drugs.
But Rey was baffled to see that the place was almost empty. He pushed a few people out of his way and raced upstairs, checking room after room, hoping to find the bandits in one. Yet, everywhere is void of them. He needed no one to tell him that he was late.
But he didn't stop on the way? Rey asked himself. He had been riding hard and had never stopped for a minute's break. How could they possibly leave so soon?
Angrily, Rey dashed back downstairs, where he was welcomed by the bartender. He was surly, standing behind the bar, and there were ten large, different types of wine bottles in front of him.
Rey looked everywhere, but he found no sign of the bandits. Suddenly, everything became quiet, and the room grew tense as people focused their gaze on Rey. Nevertheless, he did not understand what was happening.
The bartender moved away from the bar and came towards Rey. “Looks like you lost something, Mr.”
Rey gave him a death glare for some seconds before he finally said, “Some group of bandits is here a while ago. They took captives, and there was a young boy with them.” He paused and stared deeply into the man's face. “Tell me, where did they go? Which route did they go?”
The bartender frowned for a while before bursting into laughter. He nodded to an attendant, who ran to the exit door and locked it. The Innkeeper waltzes around Rey with a swagger and a crooked smile on his face, prompting Rey to dislike him immediately. He needs no one to tell him that this man will fight him.
“I'm not going to ask you again,” Rey growled, trying hard to control his temper. “The bandits and the captives, where did they go?”
The innkeeper smiled once again and said, “You want directions, right? Take my men out, and I shall tell you what you want.” With that, he turned around and whistled.
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Eventually, Rey couldn't stand the disgusting face of the bartender anymore. He was overwhelmed with rage and the urge to fight. He needs something to unleash his anger on. He wants someone to feel the pain he felt in his dream. Unfortunately, the bartender and his men had just become the perfect scapegoat he needed.As the innkeeper's men lunged at him, Rey wasted no time; he darted toward them. He has been trained to fight with multiple men on multiple occasions. Besides, Rey had a gut feeling that he was used to a situation like this.The only thing Rey did was feel a little bad for these men. They didn't know who he was. They were humans, but he was not. He was different from them. He was a night-walking creature.A huge man raised his hand to hit Rey, and the latter dove, grabbing his hand in the same motion and then throwing him over his shoulder. Without hesitation, Rey spun around and back-kicked another man in his manhood. He stepped back to avoid a plank as another man swung
Rey dismounted his horse and hurried inside the tavern. He elbowed his way past the people who were drinking and created a path to the innkeeper. The innkeeper was standing at the end of the room, writing down people's names as they came to book room.He was a slimy-looking fellow, wearing a fake smile and sweating and rubbing his hands together as he counted their coins.As Rey approached, the man raised his head, a wide smile on his lips, and asked, “How may I assist you, gentleman?”The man paused and focused his attention on Rey when he heard no response from him. “Did you need a room, sir?” he asked again. “Should I get you a stripper to handle you throughout the night?”Rey shook his head to signify that he didn’t need anything the man asked for and walked closer to him to avoid raising his voice and attracting unwanted attention to himself.“I’m looking for a group of bandits that came from Isengard,” Rey whispered. “I was told that they were seen here a few hours ago. They had
As Rey Reed Smith kept walking toward the kingpin, he could feel his anger increasing. He couldn't believe that such a thing still existed in the Middle Land, right under the control of a dread king. Rey gritted his teeth, and his eyes turned dark.He had thought everyone in the Middle Land feared Sebastian. It was wrong. Not everyone feared him. If they did, such an attitude wouldn't exist in his territory without him being able to do anything. Rey presumed that he doesn't even know. Such a shame.The Kingpin's men were the first to notice Rey approaching. They stepped forward to meet him halfway, but the kingpin himself raised a finger, stopping his men from rushing forward."Perhaps he will come for business." The man said, and his men relaxed.Rey stood in front of the man. One could easily see the rage on his face. He was trying to stop himself from hitting the man first. He was an honorable man after all, and it would be bad to hurt a man first unless he had a reasonable excuse.
Rey continued his chasing after the locusts' bandits. He galloped on his horse, racing against time as the image of Garry filled his head. He kept charging across the outskirts of the town and heading west, just like the kingpin had told him. He had been racing throughout the night until the sun finally broke in the sky.Rey looked up, and he couldn't believe it. He had been riding all night without stopping to take a nap or rest. He couldn't believe that he had spent a day looking for Garry. He had thought it would be a simple job, but he was wrong. Now, he was sure without a doubt that Gaius would be damn worried. He just hoped he wasn't trying something bad.After some minutes of racing, Rey finally spotted the outline of a small castle ahead of him. It was built on a hill and surrounded by a formidable moat, a drawbridge, and a stone wall. It was also guarded by more than a dozen soldiers. They wore distinctive armor that Rey had never seen in Isengard before. It was green, shiny
Rey Reed Smith was disgusted by the man's response. He had never felt so humiliated like this in his entire life. He had given him a chance, hoping that he would accept it, release Garry, and spread the bloodshed. But this man has rejected his offer.Rey hated him. Surely, this man's pride will be his downfall. He was very wrong if he thought all the newly turned wolves he was harboring as a soldier would stop him. Rey will show him that there's a limit to a force in the universe that can stop him. He will show Lord Savannah and the black locust bandits that he is hosting something greater. He was hosting the spirit of their ancestor.Surprisingly, Rey felt eager to test out some of Lord Rey's power. The man had given him a minute to use his power, and Rey will not waste precious time and strength. Within that minute, he will create havoc unlike any that Lord Savannah and his men have ever seen. He will show the lord and his men that there's someone greater than them, someone greater
"Rey Reed Smith!" Garry called out, his voice fading away. He was in distress.Rey could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he reached the top of the castle landing and finally heard where the scream was coming from. He turned to the left door and charged down the hallway. After a minute of running, he spotted an open door at the end of the hallway and raced for it.Rey burst into the room and saw Garry. The scene left him speechless, and he knew he might lose him anytime soon.Garry's hand was bound behind him, and he saw a soldier grabbing him roughly and pushing him toward the open window."You will pay for what you did to my lord," The soldiers seethed in rage, and Rey could guess what the man was trying to do. He was preparing to throw Garry out of the window, sending him plunging to his death just like Rey had done to their master.Rey did not hesitate. He summoned all the speed his body could offer and dashed at the man. Before the soldier could throw Garry out the window,
Dylan loved the thrilling bloodshed as it unfolded before his eyes. He galloped on his horse, killing everything that crossed his path. He had never felt like this in the past hundred years. He felt alive. He felt rejuvenated. He could do this all day.It has been three days since he began his invasion, and he has ruined three towns so far. This is the fourth one he will destroy. And in each town he and his men had conquered, he left no survivor. All he did was station a few of his men in the town.At the downfall of a town, Dylan will send a message back to his hometown with a letter saying that he had conquered the town. In return, the elders of his territory will send strong men after the messenger he sent and station them at the fort that Dylan conquered.That's how Dylan loved doing his thing. With that, his men will rebuild the town, but under a new law, a new governor, and new behavior. The foundation will be what Dylan wants. It will be his path. By doing it that way, they wil
Linda Boston, Luna of Brandon, and the son of Dylan stride across the desolate land of Moab. She looked around, her gaze examining the ruin, burnt remains, and ashes of the Moabites' territory. At the sight of it, tears dropped from her face. She was also from this town before meeting Brandon, her destiny mate. Even though Dylan represents everything evil, Brandon was nothing like his father. He had one of the kindest hearts she had ever seen. Despite Dylan's hostile treatment of him and the pack, Brandon will never transfer his aggression to any of the pack members. He was a peace-loving man, and he was ready to sacrifice his life for any being in the pack. Brandon was trained by Dylan to become a hardened warrior because he was his only son. That automatically made him the next leader of the pack. Yet Brandon was never ready to follow his father's path. He did rather defile his father's order, face his wrath, and put the lives of the pack at risk. Linda Boston could remember how
Rey takes a moment to steady himself; his voice tinged with determination. “And what potential are you talking about?” He feigned ignorance, forcing his mind not to think of any thoughts that might sell him out.“But your mind says otherwise,” The blood lord pressed.Rey decided to tease him, saying, “I am, Master. I am ready to face any trial and overcome any obstacle that might stand in my way of finding my father.”The Blood Lord nods approvingly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Very well, young apprentice. Tonight, under the watchful eye of the full moon, you will begin your adventure. But remember, the path you choose will forever alter your destiny. There is no turning back,” he threatens Rey, and the latter gulps down nothing in particular.Rey takes a deep breath, steeling himself for anything the blood lord might say next. The forest seems to hold its breath, awaiting his response.“I understand your trick,” he said shakily. “I am prepared to walk this path
“King?!” Hela exclaimed, her mouth wide open in agape. “When did he become a King? Of which territory? Who appointed him?” She couldn't hide her shock.A man stepped forward from the crowds, and Garry recognized him as one of the ten nobles who dedicated their lives to Sebastian. He couldn't believe that people changed so quickly. There's only one explanation for the rise against Sebastian: Rey defeated him in a duel. And, of course, it makes sense. Who needs a weak, incapable, and cowardly king? Someone who couldn't even lead his men to war depends on werewolves and chariot riders to do his job.Nevertheless, Garry doubted he would make a better king either. He was still trying to wrap his head around the offer of becoming the leader of his community, filling his brother's shoes, and tending to the affairs of the people; now, they were offering the title of king.I can't do it; Garry thought, shaking his head. It doesn't make sense. He couldn't control a community; how could he contr
Rey Reed Smith, Glen Garry, Kusandra Dracaena, and Hela of Hellene walked inside the ancient hut that was built by Gaius before his demise, surrounded by a rich tapestry of history and culture. The hut, nestled deep within a dense forest, far away from where other beings might have discovered it easily, emanated an air of mystery and intrigue. Its exterior stood weathered by time, a testament to its ancient origins, while the interior revealed secrets of a bygone era.Gaius intentionally built this as a resting place after he had finished his weekly training with Garry, to take rest from the calamity of the outside world and also to rest his head whenever the affairs of the council became too much for him to handle. It's a beautiful place that holds beautiful moments between the two brothers. It's where Garry began his training as a night racer.As they approached the hut, the first thing that caught their eye was its rustic exterior. The walls were constructed from an intricate latti
In the shadowed depths of the night, amidst the eerie ambiance of a forest near Steve's cemetery, a mesmerizing spectacle unfolded. Rey Reed Smith, possessing fierce determination, stood face-to-face with his formidable adversary, King Sebastian. The air crackled with anticipation as their eyes locked in an unwavering gaze. Both warriors prepared to engage in a monumental duel of hand combat.“Rey Reed Smith,” Sebastian called tenderly. “We can still sort this out before it's too late.”Rey scoffed, Sebastian's words sounding like a cowardly tone in his ear, fueling his rage and anger and increasing his urge to tear him apart. He had made a sacred vow to Gaius' grave, and he would not break it. Everyone involved in his death must die, too. They must join him in the land of the dead. No sinner must go unpunished.“Are you scared?” Rey scowled. “You are afraid of me kicking you to the ground, disgracing your honor, and relieving you from your position as the great Alpha King of the Midd
The sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow across the serene landscape of the middle land. Steves' cemetery, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush meadows, stood as a hallowed ground where the fallen heroes and nobles of the Middle Land found their eternal rest. Today, it bore witness to a poignant gathering of Rey Reed Smith, Garry, Kusandra, King Sebastian, and a host of other nobles, all adorned in regal attire, except for Rey, who was still wearing his armor.As the assembled group stepped into the cemetery, a hush fell over them as if the very air acknowledged the solemnity of the occasion. The soft rustling of leaves in the breeze mingled with the distant melody of a river, creating a gentle symphony that whispered through the crowd. The atmosphere was heavy with reverence and sorrow, yet beneath it lay an unyielding sense of gratitude for the sacrifices made by the fallen soldiers.The cemetery, meticulously tended with vibrant flowers and tranquil stone walkways, l
In the heart of the Middle-Land Kingdom, nestled between rolling hills and meandering rivers, stood the magnificent palace of King Sebastian. The palace itself was a sight to behold, with its grand archways, towering spires, and intricate stone carvings that told stories of a bygone era. The era of the gods, But it was the palace backyard that truly captivated all who beheld its beauty.As Rey stepped into the backyard, a sense of tranquility washed over him. The air was filled with the fragrant scent of blooming flowers, carried on a gentle breeze that rustled through the tall, ancient trees. A symphony of birdsong filled the air, their melodic tunes blending harmoniously with the trickling sound of a nearby fountain.He continued the stroll towards the palace wall, taking a sharp bend, and he was welcomed by a well-manicured garden which sprawled before him, a tapestry of vibrant colors and lush greenery. Flowerbeds burst with a riot of blossoms, their petals ranging from fiery reds
Garry found himself walking along the winding path through the dense woods that led to the king's palace, the sunbeams filtering through the treetops and casting playful shadows on the forest floor. It was a serene and peaceful afternoon, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility enveloping him. With each step, his thoughts drifted toward the one person who had been occupying his mind lately: Kusandra.It had been three days since the war at the beach. The death of Dylan, the fleeing of Caliste, and the fame of Rey Reed Smith had spread so far across the three other tribes of the middle land, and they all acknowledged Rey as their commander. Xavier Knoll was nowhere to be found after the war, and no one bothered about him since his curse had been lifted.Kusandra, with her sparkling green eyes and infectious laughter, had become a source of warmth in Garry's life. They had known each other for a few days—approximately two months—their paths crossed occasionally, but it was
Caliste, the dark witch, stood tall on the battlefield, surrounded by a harrowing scene of death and destruction caused by Rey Reed Smith. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the lingering echoes of battle. Dressed in a flowing black robe that seemed to absorb the light around her, she exuded an aura of malevolence and power.Her appearance was striking, with long, flowing, ebony hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of shadows. Her piercing eyes, a deep shade of violet, glowed with an otherworldly intensity, reflecting the fury and wrath burning within her. They seemed to hold the secrets of ancient magic and unfathomable darkness.Caliste's pale skin bore the mark of her mystical journey, adorned with intricate black tattoos that snaked across her arms and neck, resembling arcane symbols and sigils. They seemed to writhe and move as if imbued with a life of their own, resonating with the pulsating energy of the battlefield.In her hand, she wielded a twisted st
As soon as Rey Reed Smith cleared the first wave of soldiers that surrounded him and Kusandra, he stood behind her, his eyes burning with resentment and determination. The crashing waves provided a fitting backdrop to the imminent round that was about to unfold—another round of chaos. His grip tightened around the hilt of his gleaming sword as he scanned the horizon, examining the next round of opponents again.Suddenly, the next group of heavily armored adversaries stepped forward, marching toward him and Kusandra with malicious intent.“Stay here, and help watch out for the witch for me. She might want to try her mental power on me.” He said this to Kusandra, and the latter nodded her head in approval. She knew better than to argue with him.Without hesitation, Reed lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. The clash of steel echoed across the beach as his blade met the first enemy's weapon, sparks flying in a shower of defiance, his mental ability fly