Blaize stood by the side of the window, watching the little movements that seldom occurred in the alley. He did not understand why the alley was so dark and secluded. The alley would be a perfect place to orchestrate a crime and those were the kind of places people were taught to avoid in Elderien. Mages and guards took shifts to prevent Lawbreakers to perpetuate immoral things at such places.But there he was, tired, hunted, and doing the freaking best he could at that moment. He didn't want the Buba to find them by surprise. He did not like surprises, to begin with. He wanted to be aware if they managed to find them and curb their efforts before it was too late.Blaize glanced at Victoria who was sleeping on the table. The wound had been dressed but her shirt was ripped to get her access. A clean piece of clothing was placed over her to protect her decency. Surprisingly, it was the ride woman who did it.The princess was by her side. Cecilia say on a chair beside Victoria and watche
"How is she?"Blaize asked Cecilia as she walked towards her. She smiled when she raised her head, and the smile was genuine. It showed sorrow, but yet, relief and affection. She was beginning to care for Victoria as well, which is more reason why Blaize knew he needed to keep her safe and get her to her people. It was no longer about the money. Things had changed."Well, she is still breathing. That is a good thing, right?" She asked Blaize who just nodded."As far as I can tell." Was the response."Why couldn't you heal her? Is it too tasking?" She asked, trying to understand how magic works."Healing is not what I do," Blaize responded. She tried to wrap her brain around the response but she was not really getting it."There are mages that can heal, there are mages that can read minds. There are mages that can manipulate minds, and there are mages that can move things with their minds. There are several gifts, and it is actually impossible to figure them all out." He said to her.
He was back at the inn.Blaize gasped softly as he found himself standing at the entrance of the inn again. It was dark, and the moon was nowhere to be found. The air was chilly with a pungent smell that seemed to irritate Blaize to the depth of his soul.He groaned while he slowly stepped inside. As he did so, he could feel the wave in the air, the antigravity around him, almost pulling him from the ground. The force of antigravity was already levitating some people, leaves, dirt, and other light materials from the ground.How did he get there? The last time he checked, he was at the healer's place, taking care of Victoria. He had eaten something there when it was nighttime and stood guard by the door. He must be dreaming then. That was the only logical explanation for what was happening to him.Blaize looked back into the streets and found them empty. The darkness spread across it like a cloak and it prevented him From seeing more ran a few feet away from him. There was no sound fro
Blaize groaned as he crashed to the ground. The dust from the ground he fell in smeared all over his face. Although he did not bleed, he knew his body probably had a bleeding nose at that moment. Blaize dragged himself up. He needed to wake up but the sorcerer had taken control of everything. She was using dark magic to keep him in that state. Bloody bitch!He looked around and saw he was inside the cave where he and the princess had spent the night before Victoria arrived. Did the sorcerer also have access to his memories? And if that is the case, how much does she know about him already? Blaize wasted no time but tried to leave the place. However, there was a powerful forcefield preventing him from leaving. The field was nothing he could not break if he had his magic. But since that was not an option, Blaize decided to find other ways to exit the place.There was always a way, a backdoor. He just needed to find it.He walked deeper into the cave and along the way, he saw the fire t
Blaize gasped as he opened his eyes. His spirit had quickly jumped into his body, giving him that jolt he needed to wake up. It felt more like an electric current rushing through his body. It was powerful, but at the same time, like all electric shocks, it could partially immobilize him.It was quiet inside the healer's place. The fire was lit and was warming the rather Cold night for the patients. At the side of the room, Victoria still slept, unconscious and the princess was by her side. Sam was awake and was busy reading something at the side of the room. When a man coughed, he quickly looked in his direction and that was when his eyes caught that of Blaize's.He saw Blaize gazing at him, trying to move or speak but could not. Sam quickly got up and rushed towards him and when he was close enough, he touched Blaize's head with the dorsum of his palm."What is it? What's wrong?" He asked Blaize who kept looking at him. His lips could not open and it seemed like the jolt that had gi
A sharp headache.That was the first thing Blaize felt when he tried to open his eyes. He could feel his head banging like a thousand drums were being played within it. The ringing in his ear made everything worse. His vision was disoriented and when his eyes roamed towards a little stream of light entering the space he was in, he quickly shut them again. It felt like the light was burning his eyes out.Blaize took a deep breath and opened his eyes again. At that time, the magic running through his veins had already begun to renew him. He could feel his strength returning to him gradually. It was a moment that Blaize realized that he was actually not free. His hands were bound above his head and the large chains were fastened to the ceiling. He looked up and tried shaking himself free but his efforts were futile. His legs were bound as well and his feet were barely touching the ground.The room he was in was quite dark, with only a single source of light: a hole in the ceiling throug
“let's get him ready for the games.” Blaize could hear someone say as he struggled to open his eyes. The smell of incense still filled his nostrils, saturating every part of his upper nasal cavity. Blaize was not so sure he was still in his right senses. He was still concussed, after all. He was quite grateful that he could still perceive the smell of the incense. At least, he did not have to about where he was“I do not think he is ready for such a fight. Look at him, he can barely open his eyes. He looks like he could drop dead any minute now and that is not something I want.”Blaize heard another man speak. From the sound of their voices, he could tell that they were Buba. He still struggled to open his eyes though, but his vision was getting better. What fight were they talking about?“it is not up to us to say whether he is ready or not. What we were told to do is prepare him for the fight. The leader knows best. Are you questioning his choices now?” Blaize could tell the other
Blaize still struggled with his feet when a large Buba warrior stepped into the ring. The warrior was dressed in leather outfits and had a large axe strapped to his back. The cheers that erupted from the crowd when he stepped into the ring seemed to make him even more proud of himself. He laughed heartily as he stepped inside, casting a scowl at Blaize which quickly disappeared when he had positioned himself in the ring.“ in order to make this fight a fair one, we have decided to take away the magic the mage possesses, at least for a little while until he dies. He will not be needing it again.” the orator added and the people laughed.“ let the fight begin!”Was the final statement the orator made before the Buba sprang into action. Blaize seemed to see his life flash before his eyes as the Buba attacked him. It was a fast, coordinated, and precise attack that could have taken his head off in one go had he not quickly drifted to the side.There was a groan of frustration that came f