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THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 58: DOOMSDAY
The next morning, the he was awakened to magnificent city which sprawled out before him, 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 boy named Romsey, discarded by the family that had once been his anchor.Romsey, destined by nature's forces to be a curse to the family and people awoke to find himself lying on a tattered mattress, the coarse fabric scratching against his very 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.His 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, refl
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 59: THE DREAM DAUGHTER
Even as he walked into the crowd of familiar faces, he did not take off his cloak. Magnus was not one to enjoy the company of people, which was seemingly ironic considering his gift needed him to be around people. Even as he took slow strides, he could still feel eyes staring at him as they struggled to place who the mysterious person in the market was.But deep down, he knew that once he was cloaked, no one really bothered about his existence. This was Forseti and many people could move around, unnoticed. You would have to be a recognised member of the community to be stared at whenever you walked in the marketplace.As he moved around, he let his eyes scurry through the crowd of persons, allowing his mind to be fixated on many of them. Was that the woman from the bread store? Magnus allowed his mind to focus on her and suddenly, he could feel the burning sensation move down his spine. This was how it always felt; sometimes, it was even more intense: burning his insides until his voc
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 60: THE BECKONING
When Freya saw the gown, her eyes had immediately welled up, tears beginning to fall down her beautiful cheeks. On seeing her mother's reaction, Thora had rushed and encircled her in her arms. Thora knew that Freya had not expected Thora to make a gown this beautiful for her as a birthday present.But then, Thora always had a way of surprising people. Thora's friends, Alyssa, Naomi and Joffrey were present, and they fawned in adoration, their eyes not betraying how they felt."Happy birthday, Mother," Thora whispered.Thora and Alyssa had spent the past few days planning a birthday feast for Freya. However, Thora knew it wasn't going to be a feast per se because in the end, it was only going to be Thora and her friends that would be in attendance. Freya did not have many friends in The Central Clan. The clansmen and women always claimed that she questioned the gods, rather than just submit. Of course, Freya was not one to accept anything just the benevolence of the gods, even if she b
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 61: IN THE WOODS.
She was standing in the woods, her eyes staring into what she could not fathom. It was foggy, and it felt like she was hearing the cries of women in the distance. Thora could not understand what she was listening to but she knew it was calling her closer. She moved towards the sound of the cries, hoping deep down that she was not making a terrible decision. As she moved, she felt a sharp sting in her chest. What was that? Fear? She stifled it immediately, reminding herself that she was a brave young woman."The hearts of the gifted learn to yonder," She heard a deep voice say behind her. She turned to see him and was shocked to see Lord Magnus, standing there, his white linen shining in the dark."Are you ready to yonder, Thora Andersen?" He asked.***Thora jolted from her bed, her breathing accelerated. It was a dream, she sighed. Of course it was. Wiping off the beads of sweat from her face, she stood and moved outside.As she stared at the night sky, all she could think about was
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 62: FATE
When Thora walked into Lord Magnus's temple, her breath seized for a slight moment. She had never been to the Chief's palace but from the stories she had heard, the palace of the Chief was a magnificent site to behold. But as she walked into Lord Magnus's temple, she wondered if the temple did not surpass the palace a million times.It was all beautiful.As she walked, she could see men and women dressed in white, moving around with materials she would later identify as incense. As she walked, unsure of where to go next, she realized to her disdain that these men and women would pay her no heed. Nevertheless, she forged ahead, hoping she would be able to find Lord Magnus's chamber.Soon enough, she found herself in what she considered to the most luxurious hallway she had ever seen. As she trod carefully, she smiled because she was so connected to this luxury. She noticed that no servants(she would later learn that Magnus called them his scribes) walked here. The quiet was something s
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 63: THE SUPERNATURAL CALL.
Thora sat there, absorbing the revelation like a sponge soaking up water. The weight of Lord Magnus's words hung heavy in the air, and her mind raced with a myriad of thoughts and questions."You mean my dreams are not just figments of my imagination? They are glimpses of another reality?" Thora finally managed to voice her bewildered thoughts.Lord Magnus nodded, his eyes penetrating hers with an intensity that made her feel exposed. "Exactly, Thora. You possess the rare gift of glimpsing into parallel worlds, other realms beyond our own. Your dreams are windows to these alternate realities."As Thora tried to grasp the enormity of her newfound knowledge, Lord Magnus continued, "This ability is a manifestation of the magic bestowed upon you by the gods. It's a rare and potent gift that can be harnessed for great purposes."Thora's mind whirred with questions. "Why me? Why was I chosen for this gift?"Lord Magnus leaned forward, his presence commanding the room. "The gods work in myst
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 64: THE BEGINNING OF THE END.
Thora and Hans, deep in the heart of the temple, pored over the ancient scrolls, their eyes alight with curiosity and determination. The dim candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows on the worn parchment as they deciphered the prophecies that foretold the fate of Forseti."This passage speaks of a guardian, bound to the heart of the forest," Thora murmured, her voice filled with wonder.Hans nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. "It mentions a footprint, left as a mark of its presence. Could it be connected to the visions you've been having?"Thora traced the faded symbols with her fingertips, a sense of urgency stirring within her. "I believe so. These prophecies hold the key to understanding the threads of destiny that bind us to the forest and its secrets."Just then, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and Ethan strode into the chamber, his rugged frame silhouetted against the golden light streaming in from the corridor."Thora, Hans, I've been tracking a peculiar dist
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 65: A MOMENT OF SURPRISE.
The obelisk hummed with ancient power as Thora, Hans, and Ethan stood before it, their hearts ablaze with anticipation and wonder. The air crackled with energy, swirling around them like a gentle breeze carrying whispers of long-forgotten wisdom.Thora reached out, her fingertips grazing the smooth surface of the obelisk. A jolt of energy surged through her, sending shivers down her spine. It was as if the very essence of the forest flowed through her veins, connecting her to the secrets hidden within the ancient stones.Hans watched with bated breath, his eyes alight with curiosity and reverence. He could sense the profound significance of this moment, the culmination of their journey through the depths of the forest and the mysteries of the ancients.Ethan stood beside them, his gaze fixed on the shimmering glyphs that adorned the obelisk. His rugged features betrayed a sense of awe and wonder, as if he, too, could feel the weight of the ancient knowledge that lay waiting to be unco
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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
