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THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 35: THE WHOLE SHARE
In the aftermath of that fateful night, Crestwood lay cloaked in an eerie stillness. The bloodstained villager, tormented by the inexplicable encounter, found himself caught in a web of relentless nightmares that blurred the lines between reality and the supernatural.As dawn reluctantly brushed away the remnants of darkness, the village awoke to a palpable tension lingering in the air. Whispers of the mysterious woman's visit circulated like a chilling wind, leaving the villagers uneasy and casting a shadow over their once-tranquil lives.The bloodstained villager, haunted by the cryptic words and the stain that clung to him, became an unintentional harbinger of an impending unknown. His tale spread through Crestwood like wildfire, becoming a whispered legend that echoed in the hushed conversations of villagers gathered in small groups.In the heart of Crestwood, the village elders convened, their faces etched with concern. Rumors of an ancient curse, dormant for generations, resurfa
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 36: SHIFTING SHADOWS
As the bloodstained villager and the mysterious woman vanished within the radiant embrace of the convergence, Crestwood stirred with an anticipation laced with trepidation. Unbeknownst to the villagers, a transformation had been set in motion, and the enigmatic realms cast their influence over the once-familiar paths and dwellings.In the village square, where the elders lingered in contemplative silence, the air crackled with an energy that whispered of unseen forces at play. The sage, her eyes still closed in communion with the mystical energies, sensed the threads of destiny weaving intricate patterns throughout Crestwood.Meanwhile, Roselvett, the mysterious woman with hair like the furs of a horse's tail, emerged from the convergence with a changed visage. She walked through the village, her steps measured and purposeful, as if she wore the veil of the enigmatic realms as a second skin. Her features shifted subtly, a dance of shadows playing across her face, rendering her both ca
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 37: THE CLARION CALL
On a fateful day, after the shifts of shadows, it seemed as if the sun itself had become a reluctant witness to the unfolding horrors in Crestwood. The playground, once echoing with the laughter of children, now stood void of any youthful presence. The scorching sun mercilessly sent its rays to sear the land, casting an oppressive heat upon the village.The elders of Crestwood, burdened by the weight of the enigmatic footprints that lingered like a haunting specter, converged in somber contemplation. The village square, once a gathering place for joyous exchanges, now bore witness to the gravity of their collective concern.Chief Harland, his furrowed brow a testament to the challenges that beset Crestwood, addressed the gathered elders. "The mysteries that shroud our village persist, and the footprints of the enigmatic realms leave an indelible mark. The scorching daylight, much like the night, now bears witness to the unsettling presence that lingers among us."Elder Miriam, her eye
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 38: THE OUTREACH
On the morning after Crestwood's revelation in the convergence, Ethan and Williams, cloaked in a shared determination, set out on a journey unbeknownst to the villagers. The duo ventured beyond the familiar boundaries, guided by an unseen force toward a city rumored to hold answers from those with higher knowledge and experience.The landscape shifted dramatically as they traversed deserts and wilderness, each day bringing forth a new experience. The scorching sun beat down on them, creating mirages that teased the senses. The sands beneath their feet whispered tales of ancient secrets, and the vast expanse of the wilderness seemed to echo with the footprints of destiny.As Ethan and Williams delved deeper into the unknown, their conversations unfolded like a tapestry, weaving together threads of their individual experiences. Williams, once a skeptic now touched by the mystical energies of Crestwood, recounted his journey from doubt to conviction."I never imagined I'd be on a quest li
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 39: IN AN OUTREACH
The city of Chicago sprawled out before her, a concrete jungle teeming with life and chaos. Skyscrapers reached for the heavens, their gleaming glass surfaces reflecting the harsh light of the sun. But amidst the grandeur of the city, in a forgotten corner, lay an 18-year-old girl named Roselvett, discarded by the family that had once been her anchor. Roselvett awoke to find herself lying on a tattered mattress, the coarse fabric scratching against her skin. The room was small and dimly lit, with faded wallpaper peeling at the edges. A solitary window allowed feeble rays of sunlight to filter through, revealing a layer of dust that hung in the air. Her eyes fell upon a cracked and faded mirror that hung on the wall opposite the bed. Its glass, marred by years of neglect, revealed fragments of her reflection. It was a mirror that had witnessed countless moments of despair, reflecting the harsh reality of her existence. Roselvett struggled to sit up, her body aching from the discomfo
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 40: WALLS AFAR.
With each passing day on the unforgiving streets of Chicago, Roselvett's desperation grew. She had set out with the noble goal of surviving on the streets of Chicago and the thoughts of her siblings crowded her mind, to lift them out of the darkness that had consumed their home. But the city had a way of swallowing dreams, replacing them with the stark reality of survival. Roselvett's journey into the heart of Chicago's underbelly was a descent into a world she had never imagined. She watched, wide-eyed and fearful, as the bustling streets transformed into a theater of survival. The people who filled these streets were not the hopeful dreamers of her childhood; they were the forgotten, the discarded, and the desperate. Roselvett learned to navigate this new reality. She watched the street performers, the beggars, and the hustlers, trying to decipher the art of survival. It wasn't long before she realized that the path to providing for her family would require actions she had once de
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 41: THE SURPRISE OF THE OUTSKIRTS
Roselvett's heart raced as she stood before The Don, the enigmatic and dominating figure who ruled the streets of Chicago. His piercing gaze seemed to penetrate her very soul, and she couldn't shake the feeling that her life had taken an irreversible turn. The Don's eyes bore into hers, as if searching for answers hidden deep within her. He was a man of few words, and the silence that hung between them was suffocating. Roselvett's mind raced, trying to come up with an explanation, an excuse for her audacious attempt at thievery. "I didn't mean to..." Roselvett began, her voice trembling. "I was desperate, and I thought..." The Don raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "Desperation can drive people to do many things. But attempting to pickpocket me? That takes a certain level of courage or recklessness." Roselvett felt a bead of sweat trickle down her temple. She had heard stories of The Don's ruthlessness, of the swift and severe justice he meted out to those who crossed h
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 42: BEYOND WORDS FOR ETHAN
Roselvett's acceptance of The Don's proposition had sealed her fate as his captive. As days turned into weeks, she found herself living in a luxurious apartment within The Don's sprawling mansion. It was a stark contrast to the dingy streets of Chicago where she had once roamed, but it was a cage nonetheless. The Don, whose real name remained a mystery, had assigned guards to ensure Roselvett's compliance. They were ever-present, lurking in the shadows, their eyes watchful. Their mere presence served as a constant reminder that she was no longer a free woman. At first, Roselvett resisted her new life as The Don's captive. She tried to escape, to find a way back to the world she had known, but her attempts were met with swift retribution. The guards were relentless in their pursuit, and each escape only resulted in harsher punishments. I can tell of the hard slaps and scolding from the mafia Lord and the continuous threatening of her family's safety. Days turned into a monotonous r
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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
