It took almost over five hours before the detective in charge of interrogating the suspect came out to meet Eric Claus and Chase Stevens in the police station. "I thought you were asked to leave?" he asked, to my surprise. His question called their attention, so they looked up in shock but without fear since they had committed no offense by staying. "Well," Chase began as he searched for the right words to say that would make the detective understand their reason for not going home as they were asked to. "We just couldn't leave." he said, still unable to find the best words. Eric had to help him out at this point even though he was not totally in support of them staying there for that long. "Were you people able to force the truth out of him? I just can't go home knowing that someone wants me dead and probably why?" That was a good reason to defend and justify their refusal to leave the station and the detective understood quite well so he did have to press further. "Well, you two
On Eric's side, he didn't expect that question to be asked, but since it was asked, he could not answer it, so he simply said. "Don't worry baby, everything will be fine. The police are there to protect you and your aunt Lauren." "From who?" She asked again. "From some very bad people." He answered, in order for her to ask another question, he added. "Can you give your aunt the phone?" "Eric, what's going on?" Lauren asked as soon as he received the phone from Jodie. "I promise I'll explain everything to you when I am bad. Just be rest assured that I am not the one they are protecting you from. It's very complicated but I promise you will understand after I've explained everything to you." "Okay bro." "Please be safe and keep Jodie safe." Eric pleaded as they said goodbye. **** Towards evening the next day, Eric Claus and Chase Stevens were called to the police station by the detective and on their arrival, the detective took them to meet a new prisoner under their custody. "M
Mr Chase Stevens, the owner of a famous game programming company walked into the programming hall from his office. His numerous staff were seriously focused on their work with their computer system, when he called aloud, "Mr Eric." "Sir," Eric Claus stood from his desk. He was in his mid thirties, thirty five to be precise and he was the manager of the company but he would love to join in the programming of the fun games, also because part of the development programs of the games were his ideas; he would have to put some of the new staff through, directing them on what to do to enhance the gameplay. "I need you in my office right now, let's have a word." Chase said as he turned back in the direction where he came from. "You now know what to do." Eric said to the new kid whom he was putting through some things and then went after his boss to the office. As he came in, Chase was already seated so he said to him, "Please have your seat." He sat down as he was told. He was not curio
When he woke up again, it was already midday and he found himself inside the house which he had seen earlier, and there was this young boy staring at him. The sight was blurry at first, but later became clear after a few blinks of his eyes."You are finally awake?" The kid asked him. It was obvious he had been unconscious for a very long time."Where am I?" He repeated the question which he had asked himself when he was still outside.Instead of answering this question, the kid ran out of the room to call his father who was in the field close to the house."Father! Father! He's awake." The boy screamed as he ran to his middle aged father.The man in his late fifties turned to his son who kept screaming in his name. Hearing that Eric was awake, he dropped the garden fork which he was holding and ran towards the house.He came inside the room again with his son and saw Eric struggling to get up on his feet, so he said as he helped him lay back in the bed, "Easy, you are badly injured."
Being good at tracking the smell of flesh, the three trolls that had come out to hunt and were making the noise which they heard came to the location where they had at this time covered themselves with leaves and grasses to avoid being seen.They were certain of the spell they were perceiving but they could not sight them, yet they refused to leave that location until they'd found what had drawn them to that place.While the trolls persisted in not leaving the location, a moose ran past the place and the trolls were quick to catch it before running past them as they concluded it to be the flesh that had drawn them to that place. So they had to leave with the animal they had caught even though one of them was having the feeling that what they had caught was not what attracted them. It could still smell flesh, despite the one they were with.But its company called it that they should leave since they had gotten a meal for themselves. It did not mean that they were not getting the smell
After a long time of waiting for almost two hours, Morgan walked back into the court with an elderly man, who looked eighty years old. The man's heir was completely white, and he wore a white garment holding a staff. His eyeballs were white, if not looked carefully, one will think that he had no eyeballs, and jaw was covered with white beards.When he had drawn near to them, Luca said, "Welcome wise one.""Your majesty, why have you called me out of my chamber?" The seer asked Luca. He still had not taken notice of any other person in the court. This was because he was not seeing clearly so he usually focused on one person at a time."We have someone you should meet. He claims to be Eric Claus from New York."Now Eric did not have to wait to be given the chance to speak before speaking. "I do not claim, rather I am Eric Claus. If you have any problem with that, then you should tell me directly?" He did not like the idea that the King used that world claim. He saw that words to indirec
The stare into his palms was beginning to take longer than expected and it made Eric get scared as it was obvious that the seer could see something bad about his future and that happened to be the reason why he hated seers and fortune tellers.His mind began to skip the most as despite his actions to tell the seer that it was enough, he still would to let go of his hands. Instead, he would even look more closely into it.He finally got sick of this action, so he did not want the seer to continue with the stare, so he withdrew his hand. "What did you see?""Hmmm." He hummed. That was a sign to tell that his mouth was very heavy to say what he had seen. But the way all eyes were fixed on him, he had to speak up. "I am afraid to tell us that he does not have the hands of a swordsman. It bleeds my heart to say that it could be impossible for him to master the sword.""Does that mean the prophecy was false?" Luca asked. He could not bear to hear that the prophecy was false because the news
Weeks passed with the continuation of their training and it happened that the revelation of the seer was coming to pass. Eric was finding it extremely difficult to master the sword. Even young Harris was better than him and this seemed to frustrate him but whenever he remembers that without passing that stage, he can not go back to the real world, his zeal will be increased yet it was not yielding any improved result.One of the days when Zachary left him to keep practicing with Harris under the sun while he takes a rest inside. Harris said to Eric. "I remember what the seer told you.""Of course, I also know what he said but I am going to prove him wrong." He replied thinking that Harris was referring to the impossibility of him knowing how to use the sword.Harris knew that was what he was thinking from that response, so he had to go straight to the thing which he was referring to. "No, I'm not talking about being a swordsman.""Then what are you talking about?" Eric asked because h