Screeching sounds of tires and brakes, blaring horns, and sirens of ambulance and police cars filled the air, creating a mixed sound of chaos. Jake jolted awake, his heart was pounding hard like it would come out of his chest.“A dream?! What the hell? Where am I?!” he asked as he looked around with squinted eyes. “Damn! Is this… my old room?” Then he noticed his right leg wrapped with bandages. “Ah, are you kidding me?”He tried to stand up, but a strong headache struck him. He gripped his head and screamed in pain before collapsing on the floor. His mind raced as memories flashed through his mind. He remembered how he was hit by a trailer truck while saving a boy and dying on the streets. He thought that was his end but he was awakened as a mage in a different world. In a green and blue world of Eldramoria. A world of magic and majestic creatures. His recollections of living there were still vivid. He attained the highest rank of magician, Archmagus Maximus, and was regarded as t
Jake was brought to the hospital together with the child he saved. He went under some tests and was dismissed right away when they didn’t see anything wrong with him. The wounds he got from the scene were all gone. Also, luckily, the child didn’t get any serious injuries from the incident. He was about to get out of the hospital when a doctor suddenly approached him.“You’re Mr. Jake Drummond, right?” the doctor asked while looking at him intently. “Yes, I am. Why?” he responded as he faced the doctor with gray hair and wrinkled face. “How did this happen?” the doctor asked with circled eyes. “You’re supposed to be bedridden for the rest of your life. And your right leg. It was supposed to be broken. How come, you can…” Jake smiled then patted the doctor’s right shoulder. “There are things in this world that are really hard to understand, doc. Just be happy for me.” Then he leaned and whispered to the doctor’s ear. “And please don’t tell this to anybody. This is better kept sec
The next day, Jake woke up with a grumbling stomach. He forgot to eat after all what happened yesterday. So, he stood up to get some food but to his dismay, there was nothing left in his apartment. He closed his eyes and thought of a spell that he could use to create food. But he couldn’t remember any. So, with a frowning face, he stood up and started to rummage around his almost empty room. And under his bed, he found a dollar, just a dollar and that’s it.“Seriously? This can’t even buy a loaf of bread,” he said while staring at the bill in his hand. “I guess I really have to earn money again.”He threw the bill on his bed and went to take a shower. He savored the cold water running on his skin and his teeth clenched when he remembered what Rosalie said last night. Then he recalled how the people around him treated him before.He deeply sighed. “I am not the same Jake you know. This time I am going to take what’s supposed to be mine.” Then he smirked.He looked for good clothes to
Jake yawned then glanced at a clock just outside his father’s building. It was already 12 noon and he hasn’t eaten anything yet since yesterday and the MMA fight that he would be joining was scheduled at 9 o’clock. “Ah! That old man! If I could just use my mind control again!” he said while clenching his teeth. “I’ve never been so hungry my entire life. I have to eat something so I can use my magic.” He looked at the Aetherlock and its bright red gem turned dark. “Ah, so you won’t work if your owner’s energy is also low. I guess I can’t do anything now but to look for food.” He looked around, hoping to see someone he knew or a small shop where he could ask even for just a glass of water. But there was nothing. All that was there were luxury shops and expensive fine dining restaurants. “But complaining will do nothing. I have to do something.” He stretched his back and arms then he started to walk away though he didn’t know where exactly to go. He was about to cross the street wh
Mr. Felix Drummond, Jake’s father, went down from the balcony and walked to the center of the ring. Jake started to take off his shoes and shirt, then he put on the grappling gloves from the bag his sister gave to him. “Are you sure about this, Jake?” his father asked him while looking at his eyes. “Look at that man on the floor. His nose was shattered like glass, and who knows if he’s going to wake up. Do you really want to end up like him?”“Enough talking,” Jake responded while strapping his gloves. “I also want to know if I will end up like that so, get the hell out of there and watch.”Mr. Drummond smirked and glared at him. “Okay, then. You may rest in peace after this.”The old man asked for a microphone then he faced the people around the octagon.“Tonight is a special night! You’ll all witness a one of a kind performance from my son Sebastian,” he said to the audience. Now, Tell me! Who wants to see blood?!”The place was suddenly filled with the people’s roar.“Okay then. A
“That was an impressive fight,” Mr. Drummond said to Jake. “But we can’t discuss matters here. Follow me.”Jake remained silent. The body guards followed him as he walked after his grandfather. He was led to a massive metal door. And nobody would ever believe that such a place existed within the shabby bar. His father pushed the door and the smell coming out of the room made him cover his nose. He was not a fan of strong disinfectant and drugs. He entered the room then the doors were shut by the bodyguards.“What is this place?” Jake asked as he looked around. There were a lot of sample tubes, beakers, microscopes, and machines he was not really familiar with in the room. There were also some huge glass jars containing skin of species he didn't know and some internal organs.“This is a secret laboratory of my company. Secret experiments are done here by my carefully selected people and pharmaceutical scientists,” the old man replied. “And this is one of the places that you would tak
Five hours had passed since the kidnapper called them.“What are we going to do?!” Mr. Drummond demanded an answer from Jake. “Time is ticking! Who knows what that man is doing to Caroline, now!”Jake looked at his father then he walked towards the small table where the whiskey was on. “I know, and I am worried, too. But panicking won’t help! They need something from us, so they won’t kill her.”“How sure are you?!” his father shouted. The old man then sagged on a swiveling chair, grasping his head with two hands. “You know how much I love your sister.”He sighed and looked at his father. He couldn't remember his father ever being like that for him. He grimaced and poured whisky into a glass, recalling painful memories with his father.He was ready to drink when his father's phone rang. It was from Caroline's phone. His father made a troubled face before answering the call. He gave his father the go-ahead and asked him to turn the phone to loudspeaker, which the old man did.“Hello,”
Gunfires, screams, and laughter of the gangsters echoed in the whole place. They kept shooting until they emptied all of their magazines. But right after that, they’re eyes grew big as Jake was still standing, smiling at the man in front of him and all of the bullets just stopped before hitting his body.“Is that it?” Jake smirked. “Is that all you got?The bullets around him dropped one by one, making a sound similar to a wind chime being blown by a strong wind. “W-What are you?!” the man asked with heavy breathing and watery eyes. He still couldn’t move even his fingers.“I told you. I am the one sent by Mr. Drummond,” Jake answered. Then he moved his index finger, and the man's arm, which was holding the gun, moved on its own and dropped the gun on the floor.“Nice to meet you, David.”“H-How did you know my name?”Jake smiled as he looked at the man in the eyes. “I heard Anthony call you that name in your memory.”“You’re not human. What are you?!”“You’ll not believe me even if