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THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. 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
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. 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
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. 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
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. 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
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. PROLOGUE
In the quiet town of Crestwood, nestled deep within the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, a chilling legend had haunted the residents for generations. It was a tale that sent shivers down spines, a story spoken in hushed tones around flickering bonfires on the night of the autumn equinox—a night when the boundary between the known and the unknown blurred, and the very air seemed charged with an eerie energy. The legend spoke of the "Footprint," an enigmatic and unsettling phenomenon that occurred like clockwork, as reliable as the seasons themselves. Every year, on that fateful night, the Footprint would reappear, etching itself into the rocky soil near the edge of town. It was a single, enormous footprint, larger than any man's, with distinct arches and toes that appeared impossibly human. And yet, it was a relic from the past—a past filled with mystery, uncertainty, and dread. Generations of Crestwood's residents had gathered around the massive bonfire in the town square, their f
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 1: ECHOES OF THE PAST.
In the quiet town of Crestwood, things started to deepen as villagers crowd what seemed to have been a desolate land of fear and silence, nestled deep within the Appalachian Mountains, a chilling legend had haunted the residents for generations. They spoke in hushed tones of the "Footprint," a mysterious and eerie phenomenon that occurred every year on the night of the autumn equinox. As the townspeople gathered around bonfires, they shared tales of the Footprint's origin. Legend had it that over a century ago, a young man named Elijah vanished without a trace on that fateful night. The only remnant of his existence was a single enormous footprint, deeply imprinted into the rocky soil. No one could explain it, and over the years, the legend had taken on a life of its own. The townsfolk, perched on weathered logs around the crackling bonfire, exchanged stories that sent shivers down their spines. The elders recounted how their grandparents had spoken of the Footprint as a symbol of bo
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. Chapter 2: THE OUTSIDER
Ethan Brooks was a man of science, a professor at the nearby Crestwood University, and an outsider in the town. When he first arrived, the townspeople regarded him with suspicion, but his amiable nature and genuine curiosity won them over. Despite his academic pursuits, Ethan couldn't resist the lure of the local legend. Each autumn equinox, he would venture to the site of the Footprint, armed with his measuring instruments and an insatiable desire to uncover the truth. Year after year, he meticulously documented the anomaly, but its origins remained elusive. The townsfolk grew accustomed to Ethan's presence during the equinox nights. They watched him with a mix of curiosity and amusement as he measured and studied the Footprint. Over time, some of them began to approach him, cautiously sharing their own stories and beliefs regarding the legend. One crisp autumn evening, Ethan sat alone by the Footprint, surrounded by the quiet rustling of leaves in the forest. The equinox moon cast
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 3: THE ENIGMATIC WOMAN
The autumn equinox arrived with a whisper of cool breeze, stirring the leaves in the forest around the Footprint. The moon hung like a silver coin in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow on the ancient symbol in the ground. Ethan, as he did every year, stood by the imprint with his measuring instruments, poised to continue his quest to unravel its secrets. As the night wore on, and the darkness deepened, a soft rustling in the underbrush caught Ethan's attention. He turned, squinting through the shadows, and saw a figure emerging from the trees. It was a woman, moving gracefully as if she were part of the night itself. Her hair cascaded in dark waves down her back, and her eyes, as they met Ethan's, held a depth of knowledge that seemed to span centuries. She was dressed in attire that seemed both out of place and timeless, like a relic from a bygone era. "Good evening," she greeted Ethan with a voice that was a melodic blend of warmth and mystery. "I see you're here again, seeki
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