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
Blaize heard the sounds of chains dragging on the ground. The sound seemed to bring him back from the slumber he had fallen into after the fight. He was having a lot of them those days, like a routine he had developed. Part of it was because he was terribly exhausted after the fights but the Major reason was because his magic was doing its best to heal him.Depending on the severity of the wound, a mage usually spends a variable period of time asleep. That way, the body ensures that all of the body's energy is channeled into healing without being used for anything else."Oh, great. He is awake!" Blaize heard someone speak to him as he grunted slowly while trying to adjust his eyes to the room around him.He was inside some cell, dark with thick black walls. The cell walls were quite wet and the ground on which he lay was moist as well. Blaize preferred not to know what had wet the ground. As he raised himself up, he turned to the direction where the voice had spoken from. There, he sa
"That one. Bring him."One of the Buba said as soon as they stepped into the cell. The Buba pointed towards Julian and before he knew it, he was being dragged by two hefty Buba who wore no smiles on their faces."Seems like I will be fighting in the ring, after all, newcomer. I hope it is to my liking."Julian joked as the Buba led him away. Blaize could only hope he did not get himself killed within the first few minutes. Overconfidence is a very dangerous trait and he assumed Jared knew that.Blaize roamed his eyes and gazed at the Buba who was still standing and looking at him. The Buba kept gazing and that made Blaize uncomfortable."Well? What the fuck are you looking at? If you do not have anything reasonable to do, I suggest you get the fuck out." Blaize threatened the Buba who growled."The master wants to see you." The Buba said to him and clapped twice. As soon as he did, two others walked into the cell and grabbed Blaize. He did not bother resisting for he knew he was at th
"You know I cannot do that. I cannot train your children and I will not." Blaize said the leader who just laughed at him. The leader cracked his knuckles and shot a glare at Blaize."You do not understand. This is not about what you want or do not want. This is about what will keep you alive. You want to survive, don't you? Then You need to serve me." He stated but Blaize scoffed."I only serve one authority and I am a long way from them. You cannot threaten me with death or punishment. I was trained to take whatever it is that comes my way. Death, inclusive." "That is precisely why I want you to train them. I want you to inculcate that idea into the hearts of those who would lead the Buba tribe into a new era. You already know the Buba isn't alien to magic. I have a weapon that listens to me. That speaks volumes, does it not?" The leader said and yet again, Blaize scoffed."None of my business. You already have a sorcerer. Tell her to train them." He replied."I do not want her filt
The door to the cell opened and the Buba threw Julian inside. He fell roughly, and the Buba scoffed and groaned while they locked the door again. Julian sighed as he dragged himself to sit up but the wound at the back of his leg was killing him. He muttered inaudible things while he cursed at the Buba, before slowly turning his attention to Blaize who just sat there, looking at him."What's up with you?" He asked Blaize who then sighed. His chain of thoughts had been disrupted and as he glanced at Julian, he saw the wound bleeding."You need to tie that up. It will get infected if you do not. " He said to Julian who scoffed."Either way, it is bound to get infected. Aren't you a mage? Have your powers come back yet? You could try healing me, you know. That will be much appreciated right now." Julian said to him."Unfortunately, I cannot heal," Blaize responded and Julian scoffed."Of course, the only thing that would have been useful to me right now is the very skill you do not posses
It was like a male version of Princess Cecilia. The young man looked at him keenly, and then at Julian He seemed to be comparing things in his mind. The prolonged staring by the young man was beginning to make him uncomfortable and Blaize was not the only one that felt that way."What are you looking at?" Julian asked the young man who quickly stopped staring. He went towards a wall and rested his back."Are you the Newcomer?" The young man asked Blaize who kept looking at him."Who's asking?" Blaize replied. The young man walked closer to him and revealed a tattoo on his left arm."Have you seen this tattoo before?" He asked Blaize. What the hell was going on?"No. Should I have?" Blaize asked him. The young man smiled before he extended his hand toward Blaize for a handshake."My name is Percy, son of the king of the Arynthians. I am a brother to Princess Cecilia whom you helped. She told me all about you." Percy said and Blaize slowly shook his hand. He was a bit skeptical at first