Holding onto the sword firmly, Idris slowly walked towards the direction the sound came from earlier. "Someone, save me please!!!" The same voice echoed in the surroundings.Idris paused for a moment, watching the surrounding then as he proceeded to attack, he was surprised. Seeing nobody around him, he got puzzled."I heard the voice coming from here, who was it?" When he was in a daze, suddenly someone held a knife on his neck from behind and in a serious tone of voice the person let out, "Put down your weapon or you will be dead."Idris moved a little and the knife moved close to his neck, "Don't play smart if you don't want to die." Trying to see who it was, as Idris couldn't see it he slowly put his sword down."Now, hand me the bracelet you are wearing."Idris extended his hand toward the person and voiced, "You can take it by yourself, I don't need it anyway."The person took a look at his bracelet and moved closer to him, clear nervousness in his eyes. "Do not try to play tri
"And, today's winner is participat no. 184. Congratulations to him!" As soon as the announcement was made, Izak hugged him. He jumped in the air and voiced happily, "Iddy, you have won the match. I knew it, nobody is more suitable other than you. You are the most skilled in swordmanship here, who can win if not you?""Thank you, you were good as well.""Thank you, my buddy. Ooh, sorry. From now on, I should call you Sir Idris." Izak voiced so in a teasing manner and Idris chuckled. So many people kept congratulating him and all when the group of boys who insulted them before the match started were looking at him bitterly."It's getting late, let's go." Izak voiced and Idris followed after him.As they crossed the first gate, Izak moved close to him and added, "Buddy, those brats are following us."Taking a quick peek at them, Idris grabbed onto his sword then he gestured at his friends. Izak could understand what did he mean, and he paced up.With them hurriedly walking, the group of
"It's been three years since the last time I visited home. The roads, the trees feels so unfamiliar to me. I wonder if I'm going to the right path." Taking a look around him, Idris uttered so in a low voice of tone. After Mr. Armharth had let him leave, Idris headed for the palace but after walking for more than an hour, he was now a little worried since he couldn't recognise the roads. Unfortunately, he had nothing with him except for his sword, some foods and water. In these three years, Idris had worked hard, he had practiced day and night just to become the best and rise to the top. In the process, he got hurt many times but never did he ever give up. By time, he eventually learnt all the skills and he finally won in the swordsmanship tournament that was held in the town. Though he couldn't use his real identity, but he promised himself that one day, he would win big tournaments and people would know who he was in real. Stopping in the middle of the road, he looked at the four-w
"Tuer. Sucer. Sang." Licking it's hand, the monster smiled at Idris who was lying like a dead body on the ground. He picked a big tree this time, unlike awhile ago his small fingers looked bigger. The monster looked so strong as if it could easily hold the earth on it's palm. Uprooting it from the ground the monster threw it away. The surroundings looked much more scary than before, not even a mosquito made a sound. It felt too quiet, the beautiful looking forest turned into a total mess. In no time, the monster ruined everything, it didn't even leave the living creatures on the tree alive as he killed them without showing any mercy. Standing in front of Idris's body that was covered in blood while he barely breathed, the monster looked at him hatefully, "Mauvais garçon." He voiced it again and this time more angrily.'I will not die... I. Just. Won't.' Trying his all to stand up, Idris slowly moved towards the sword without the monster noticing him. He coughed out blood and to not
"I don't see anyone around, looks like nobody is here." Idris scanned the whole place, making sure nobody could see him he turned around while sitting on the top of the wall. After much struggle, Idris finally found his way back to home. And he found out that actually the forest didn't belong there at all, infact it was a world of hallucination that was created by the monster yesterday. Those birds were just a part of the world of hallucination. Idris merely survived, if he was not careful the monster would have absorbed his energy and eat him alive for real. Just as he was about to jump, an unfamiliar feminine voice asked him, "Who are you? What are you doing over there?" Idris kept his head straight, he didn't dare look down at all. Whose voice it was? He remembered his mother's voice also, Anna but not others... "I've asked you something. Who are you? And, why are you sitting on the wall? Are you a thief?"'Thief. It can't be Sasha or... 'Taken aback, Idris looked down and the
"My Lord, there's a letter for you." Holding a letter, Adam quickly ran to Idris's room when Idris was working out. While going through strict training, Idris had to wake up at 5 in the morning. Luke not only trained him in sword playing but he had Idris run and do the other work out as well. Seeing him working out, Adam paused on the spot and he kept looking at him. Idris had a good physique, he no longer looked chubby nor ugly. Any woman would fall for him... Adam thought."What is it?" Drinking water, Idris asked. Adam coughed and handed him the letter. "Someone has sent you a letter."'A letter? Izak was going to come to visit my house with me but then he had an urgent matter to take care of so he couldn't come. Before leaving, I left my address to him. I told him if there's a news or anything he wanted to tell me, he should send me a letter. Can it be... '"Fine, you can go back.""Yes, My Lord."Putting on a shirt, Idris heaved a sigh then he started reading the letter attenti
The sound of birds chirping in the garden vanished as the sound of sword moving fast took over. Some boys played football while some were busy chatting. "Did you hear about the new tournament that will be held in the western region?" Among two boys, one of them asked so in an enthusiastic tone of voice. "No, what about it?"Beads of sweat appeared on his body and his breathing was a little heavy, Idris was all focused on practising sword playing. As he moved close to the main door, those two boys conversation pulled his attention."I have heard that this tournament is a top one, many royals will be joining in this regardless of their age, height and weight.""But doesn't it look scary? I mean young people will definitely lose after two matches. How can this be fair?" One of them complained. "Well, yeah. But that's the deal here. I heard from my father that whoever win in this tournament will be granted a title from the Duke of Montana."Upon hearing the words, Duke of Montana sudde
* Two Days Later *The long hallway looked too scary, with nobody around it was as if celebrating Halloween. Idris was not that scared of ghosts but he was not that brave either. While practising, he couldn't help but look towards the hallway. Unlike in the past, he didn't practice in the backyard nor did he practise in the hallway but in a safe place away from those two, where nobody would be able hear him practising. Idris took a look around then continued his practice."Huh!" Since Merle had ordered him to stay in his room, he followed it for two days and didn't really come out of his room but tonight, he left his room only after everyone slept or... That's what he thought.When he was practising, his full concentration was on the sword and how he was moving it against the wind but suddenly he felt a pair of dark eyes was watching him. It was making his back irk for some odd reason.Idris took a deep breath and quickly turned around but he saw nobody and nothing suspicious, 'Stra