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THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 106: IN THE DARK TURN.
“What have you come up with? I've got nothing for now but I'm not worried.” Khalodi said taking a sip from his cup.“Is this a joke? Is this a prank? You called us here and you've got nothing?” Gray snapped“I called you out here so that we could share ideas and come up with something solid, that doesn't seem as a joke.” Khalodi hit back.“This is all bullshit, the young boy who sees himself as the smartest has no cognitive ideas but brings drinks to celebrate our sharing of ideas, if this is not a hoax, then we're the stupid ones who came!” Gray said angrily, hitting the table, his tumbler turning over.“Let's stop the fighting, we're bigger than this,” Kaminski protested.“ Now if you're done, sit down let's discuss as old wise men that we claim to be.” Khalodi said shifting from the spilled wine .Gray fumed, Kaminski signalled him to take it easy. He was a young lady and had his own ways of doing his things. It might be disrespectful but he was the smartest in the room and no doub
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 107: THE REINCARNATION RITUAL, A BATTLE AGAINST EXTINCTION
There was joy whenever they could feel the blood of the twins closeby. Far down the pinnacle, they assembled together empowering themselves. Their return will connote massive destruction and to take back what belonged to them, power. The history of the witches goes way back and in every twenty families, there was one witch. Their dominance in the affairs of the outside world was prominent because they were fierce in battle. They defeated the werewolves and then the vampires. Their longest battle was with the hybrids- werewolf and vampires in one body. The fiercest of them all, Roosevelt, she never backed down. The oldest living witch whose power no man could contend. She occasionally dwelt in the body of witches, those who needed her help to demystify unresolved puzzles. Her ghost was everlasting, her body containers only died but she lived eternally. Isabella was only the third victim, and there was definitely going to be a fourth if the war was going to be won.In the enchanting re
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 108: Walls Apart
The other witches joined in, their voices blending together in a haunting, mesmerizing melody that seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of reality. With each passing moment, the energy in the clearing grew more palpable, a tangible force that seemed to caress their skin and fill their lungs with a sense of profound connectionSuddenly, Andinille opened her eyes, her gaze piercing and intense. She moved with a fluid grace, her cloak swirling around her as she approached the central altar, where a large, iron cauldron sat, its contents bubbling and steaming.One by one, the witches stepped forward, each adding their own unique contribution to the brew. Crushed herbs, shimmering crystals, and even a few drops of their own blood, offered as a sacred sacrifice. The mixture swirled and churned, emitting a faint, ethereal glow that cast dancing shadows across the faces of the gathered practitioners.Some sprinkled fragrant herbs into the central cauldron, while others danced in a m
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 109: THE EXECUTIONER, NOW THE EXECUTED
In the dimly lit chamber of Khalodi, the night’s executioner, the flickering torches cast dancing shadows on the stone walls, creating an eerie atmosphere befitting of the clandestine plot unfolding within. Khalodi, a man of imposing stature with eyes as sharp as the blades he wielded, paced with restless energy, his mind consumed by the intricate details of the plan he had meticulously crafted.Beside him stood Rafi, his loyal messenger and representative, his features masked in an inscrutable expression. Despite the weight of their impending actions, Rafi exuded an air of quiet confidence, a testament to his unwavering loyalty to Khalodi.With each passing moment, the tension in the chamber grew palpable, like a taut bowstring on the verge of snapping. Khalodi's thoughts raced as he replayed the steps of their scheme in his mind, ensuring that every detail had been accounted for. Their plan was bold and perilous, yet Khalodi knew that the prize at stake was worth the risk.It was s
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 110: LOOMING BATTLES
Rafi was to meet her at the king's chambers and coordinate the exchange. In his hands were two baby boys given birth to four nights ago, Caitlyn he'd one while he held another. He nearly bumped into them, he gave Caitlyn the other child and put them in a secluded room. He had to get rid of the guard by any means or it would be dismal. He arrived just at the nick of time.“She's not an indigene of this community and has no reason to be present for the execution of Marx.” Rafi intervened.The guard sneered at Rafi and ignored his remark.“ Meanwhile General Khalodi sent a message through me to you.” Rafi said with his hands behind his back“What's the message?” He asked.“It's for giant's consumption, we don't want non-indigenes hearing about it” Rafi said beckoning on him to come with his left hand.Cassandra saw the knife at his back and she shrieked. He looked at her and nodded while he was edging closer. The guard got within Rafi's reach and bent to hear the message but instead a s
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 111: THE END OF THE WITCHES’ DAYS
*********In the center of the Enchanted Forest, Andinille, the matriarch of the coven, gathered her closest sisters and members of the upper echelon, and the air was heavy with the aroma of old magic. The deep sense of foreboding scarred her worn face as she realized it was time to hand over the leadership responsibilities to the new generation."My sisters," she said, her voice heavy with wisdom from decades of leading the coven, "the world outside our sanctuary becomes more dangerous by the day." A fresh danger has surfaced, one that aims to eradicate the core of our species."Gethsemane, the chosen heir of Andinille, listened carefully, reflecting the flashing, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the ritual fire. The young witch's heart raced with a mixture of trepidation and determination, for she knew the responsibility that now rested upon her shoulders."Vampires," Andinille continued, her tone laced with a palpable dread. "These creatures of the night have set their
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 112: SURVIVORS LIVE TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY
Andinille had died in battle and they weren't much left of the witches’ coven. If they were those that survived, they were mostly the lowest and junior witches. Roosevelt could not dwell in a dead host and so she returned to the oak tree. Since her spectre had been resurrected, she had the liberty to roam around freely in search of a worthy host and until she found such, there would be unrest.Roosevelt was not aware of the presence of Gethsemane. She turned to her brother who was in the library going through their mother's old books, in search of something she couldn't seem to decipher.“What are you doing in mom's library?” Roosevelt asked“Oh! You're back! No more body containers?” He smiled malevolently.“I was summoned, was that my fault?” Roosevelt asked angrily.“There lies the fallacy in your reasoning, it was a harmless question. Just needed a reply and I can infer from your countenance, I have got my answer.” He said, chuckling.“You’re just jealous, that's all there is,” Roo
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 113: THE WAR OF THE WITCHES AND HYBRIDS
The atmosphere was occupied with the stench of charred flesh and the acrid scent of scorched earth as the battle raged on. Streaks of lightning crackled through the sky, illuminating the chaos below as the witches and hybrids clashed in a desperate struggle for supremacy. Roosevelt, stood at the forefront of the witches' defense, her hands glowing with the raw energy of ancient magic. Across the battlefield, the hybrids – a terrifying amalgamation of witches and vampires – surged forward, their thirst for power and domination fueling their relentless assault.The clash of spells and the snarls of the hybrid creatures echoed through the night, a symphony of destruction that threatened to consume them all. Roosevelt's eyes narrowed with determination as she unleashed a torrent of arcane power, her magic lashing out like whips of pure energy.But the hybrids were cunning and resilient, their combined strengths making them a formidable foe. One by one, the witches fell, their lifeless bo
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CHAPTER 134: THE INVINCIBLES ENDING
The dragon hovering over them lunged forward, Khalodi was flexible and skilled. He pushed them to the opposite direction while backflipping swiftly. The arrows passed his head ‘phew phew’ before he landed. Before they knew it, it was a sunny day. He dragon first tanned the skins but before giving them a hot bath. Zamorah didn't delay, he swiftly charged forward with anything that he picked first he used to define and smite the enemy.Khalodi had tried but it wasn't enough to save Rafi. One of the arrows caught him, this time in a place that he would have to lose the battle to death, his neck. He laid down in throbbing pain, there was no coming back whatsoever from this battle, death had won the battle over this life. Swiftfox was lucky, only a flesh wound on her arm as she struggled to safety watching the warriors exchange blows and iron clanging sounds reverberating the castle walls. She squeezed her arm and rolled under the dinning table. Zamorah, a man you could rely on when it w
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CHAPTER 133: IT'S WHITE OUTSIDE, ITS LIES INSIDE
His brother was down; he took it personally. He had to fight for redemption now. Aliyah looked like she had just won a lottery, he was about to wipe away that smile. With his bow and arrow and his dragon, he was going to destroy her no matter what it took. Brotherhood and family was a concept he didn't joke with.He didn't even let them regroup, he sent arrows flying into their side landing on several chests. While he was at that the dragon spread his wings and rained fire down on the witches, giving them no room to heal.Zamorah's mind was lost in a web of thoughts as they walked, his eyes darting nervously from side to side. If only they knew that there was no Lateefah and the twins now dragons etched to destroy him, he would wake up from his fantasy. It was just a ploy to make him gain absolute control over them. Khal Duraho was not a man with an aota of mercy or compassion, once you are wrong you face the consequences of your actions. So definitely if he had Lateefah and the twins
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CHAPTER 132: YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING
They rushed down to see what was happening at the castle’s ground floor. Zamorah instructed, “ keep an eye on him, let see what happening down there. Let's go!”Khalodi, Marx, Bonkey, Pronto and some other senior cadet members joined Zamorah. They scaled through the staircases with precision wondering who it was. Khalodi didn't wonder, he knew it was Khal Duraho. Underestimating Khal Duraho was like giving less credit to a snake in a room. If that snake wasn't confirmed dead, one should not sleep in the room because if you do, you may not tell the story to another. He played the chess move, he had only the queen and two pawns but he wanted to checkmate the other side who had the queen, knights bishops, rooks and a number of pawns. With the right strategy, he aimed at a stalemate if checkmate wasn't feasible. Khal Duraho was still so much in this battle!The first torch went out, then there was pandemonium. General Silver smiled, he wished Henry was present to witness the plan working
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CHAPTER 131: WHO IS ON THE LORD'S SIDE?
Aliyah stood at the edge of the camp, her eyes fixed on the dark silhouette of Zamorah's camp in the distance. The night breeze caressed her face, soothing her weary soul. This was the last night she would be ruled, the last night she would live as a subordinate. She was vindictive and would wreck vengeance on all giants, she didn't care whether they were all at fault or there was a particular group, she wanted all to suffer. As for the humans, that was Roosevelt's decision. She didn't have control over that besides she was a human, she wouldn't naturally want to hurt themThe night breeze whispered secrets as Aliyah stood at the edge of the camp basking in the moon's silver light. She snickered when she saw Olga, the runaway recalcitrant.She was determined that the transition from night to morning will begin new chapter in her life. She was no longer to be ruled but the ruler of her own destiny.As the darkness slowly faded away, giving birth to faint streaks of golden light, Aliyah
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CHAPTER 130: THE PREPARED MEETS THE CUNNING IN BATTLE
What happens when you walk around with a group of friends who are armed with swords and all? You should feel like no fiery darts can harm you. What happens when you walk around with a lion? You feel secured, I'm not sure if you feel better with your armed friends or with a lion, perhaps we can never know because one lion may equal ten men. But what happens when you walk around with a dragon? Lions don't fly neither do humans. Dragons spit fires and humans don't, do lions do? Then we wanna talk about strength, maybe a lion is stronger but the peculiar attributes of a dragon give it's an edge. It was the most confident stride he had taken in a long while. After seeing it's capabilities, he felt Khal Duraho didn't stand a chance.Zamorah and his men stood at the edge of the underground tunnel, their excitement palpable in the cold night air. They had been planning this attack for so many days and now the time had come.Zamorah could feel a surge of power coursing through his veins as
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CHAPTER 129: WHEN YOU'RE NOT ADVANTAGED ANYMORE
It was the second night without his priced possession in his chambers. It was happening too fast. Funny thing is that as much as he hated it he couldn't execute all his guards. How incompetent were they? To let one man and weakly pertulant female get through them and elope from the castle. Now he was desolate, with no one to trust and no one to rely on. Khal Duraho stood in front of his balcony, his heart racing in his chest. He had been restless for days, his mind consumed with thoughts of Khalodi and Marx. The two men had managed to evade capture for far too long, and Khal Duraho was determined to show them what he was made of.The balcony became small all of a sudden, it couldn't contain him. His heart alone was getting bigger than the vast space. He had no leads, he had failed woefully. He knew they laughed at him secretly and it pained him so much. How smart was Khalodi ? What was the limit to his deception? He had deceived him down to the night of his escape. Life was indeed no
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CHAPTER 128: ALL HANDS ON DECK
In the depths of the ancient forest, where the trees stood tall and proud, a circle of witches gathered beneath the light of the full moon. Their faces were illuminated by the flickering flames of their torches as they stood in solemn silence, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them.They had sensed the shift in the balance of power, felt the ripple of magic that had swept through the forest like a whisper on the wind. And now, as they watched the babies transform into dragons, they knew that their time had come.With a sense of purpose that bordered on obsession, the witches set to work, gathering their ingredients and preparing their spells. They knew that the dragons were a force to be reckoned with, creatures of immense power and strength. But they were not afraid, for they wielded a power of their own – a power that had been passed down through generations, a power that had been honed and refined over centuries of study and practice.As the dragons took flight and dis
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CHAPTER 127: Williams AND THE BORN TWINS
Williams was reluctant about it. He had suffered enough for this children. Now they wanted him to gove them out?“I have just escaped the ungodly hands of the ruthless Khal Duraho. And I promise you, whatever you saw here, it might only be worse compared to what the king has in mind for this group here.” Khalodi had a black look, trying to show the urgency of the help he needed.His decision mattered but he was all for the victory of the team. He didn't want any harm to reach his child but life was a risk. Even in his arms, the child could be harmed. Ethan thought otherwise they were warriors and they fought as well, Ethan persuaded him to profee solution to the problem at hand and finally he agreed. All hands were on deck as everyone was busy with what will bring them to success. Caitlyn, a skilled healer and caretaker would tend to the wounds of the fallen in battle. Cassandra after arriving with the veteran witch will head the medical unit and perform her duty well.He had read
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CHAPTER 126: METAMORPHOSIS
Rafi had never had anyone ask about him. He always seemed inconsequential and for someone to notice him, then there was a liking. Not that he wasn't all what the women would want or need, but he was a mere guard and guards never got that special treatment. He didn't know Caitlyn had something for Rafi, that means he made a good first impression. Rafi my man, why are you not here to see your first crush? He imagined shaking him in their traditional way, Rafi was like a brother and amongst all other wonderful characteristics in which he possessed, he was fun!O poor Rafi, he hoped he was still alive. He sacrificed a lot for them to be there. He wasn't where he was without him, he was a crucial part of his journey. If Khal Duraho was smart, he won't kill him, he will use him to get to them. He didn't mind that as far as it made a possibility for him to be alive. Bul Khal Duraho always never thought with his brain, his actions were mostly by impulse and it lacked firm reasoning.Caitlyn r
