"What the hell was that?"Nomi asked Alastair as he kept the energy within the barricade. Another tremor came again and Nomi yelped. She was thinking the walls would come down on her and sadly, she did not trust Alastair enough to know that he would keep her safe. She only just met him, did she not?"What the hell is happening?"She asked again and that time her voice going a little too high. She was scared and she made no efforts to conceal it."I would say Apollo is getting ready to work. You know what his plans are, right?" He asked her."The plan to destroy the world and build a new one from its image? His image? Of course, I do. It is the only thing he spoke about when we were married. The very thing he married me for. But he doesn't have enough power to launch that mind of attack, does he?"Alastair groaned. The barricade was not bulging and it was taking so much time, a substance he did not have. He shot in even greater energy and held it in. The barricade vibrated and was begi
Alastair groaned as he tried to open his eyes. His head was heavy and he could barely feel his legs. He tried to move but he could not, a terrible wave of tiredness was upon him. And he could not hear a single thing as well. As he tried to move to the side, his hearing suddenly returned and he could hear how heavy his breath was. And when his sensations returned, his entire body was in pain."Ahh"He groaned as he saw the large molds of bricks that had fallen on his legs. He could feel his legs getting crushed by the bricks and he knew that if he did not move them as soon as possible, they would destroy his legs.He managed to stretch out his hand towards the molds and coughed as he inhaled the dust. His lips were hurting and the smell of blood filled the air. Then he turned the palm of his hand upwards and as he did so, he tried his best to breathe and calm his nerves.His magic flowed.The bricks began to elevate, one by one, and as they did, Alastair could feel the weight on his l
Alastair and Apollo fell from the air, with Alastair falling into a house filled with fruits and Apollo falling on the hard ground. Alastair could hear him groan and even his own body was aching. He had not healed.The door to the building suddenly ripped open and a vine grabbed Alastair's leg, dragging him out of the building. As the vine was about to impale him, Alastair dodged it and grabbed a dagger from the ground with Which he was able to cut the vine."I had such high hopes for you. Seeing you after all these times. You were always like a little brother to me. I thought I could still treat you the same way but turns out you are not meant for greatness."Apollo told him as he approached, his hand lighting with that same energy. Alastair tried to stand but Apollo was faster. He kicked Alastair in the face and Alastair felt blood sip from the large wound on his cheeks.Then he grabbed Alastair and threw him against a cart that was just sitting around there. Alastair groaned as he
"You must leave this place. We no longer want people like you here."The words the city people had spoken to him made him shudder. They had witnessed everything that happened, his fight with Apollo, his use of magic, and most importantly, his murder of Nomi. He had tried to convince them that he did not mean to kill her but for people who have suffered as much as they have, they were not ready to listen to reason.They wanted magic gone.They wanted him gone as well. And so, Alastair turned around and began to walk away from the city. Guilt's huge arms wrapped around him. He tried not to blame himself for what happened with Nomi but he could not find an excusable reason.He should have looked before he attacked. He should not have been in such haste to kill Apollo. He should have observed the presence before he struck. But he did not do any of those. He just killed her.As he left the city, he wondered where Apollo had escaped to. When he was back, the sorcerers were all gone and so w
"Blaize!"Alastair said through his teeth. Blaize gave him a sneer as he approached, his hands clenched into a fist. How did he find him there? What did he track? Did he not remember to wipe off his footprints when he was done fighting Apollo? Alastair could not remember. Perhaps that was where the error came in."You have been one hell of a runaway, Alastair. I must confess, you did a really good job at hiding. One would have never suspected that you could hide in a place such as this, considering your status after all."Blaize said and walked closer. He was at Alastair's face by then."You sink lower than these people here. You are dirt."He told Alastair who just sighed. He has been hurting himself with the most hurtful words that could ever be spoken and so Blaize's words had little or no effects on him."Have you come to kill me? Why aren't you doing it yet? You seemed eager to be back at the keep. Why do you hesitate?" Alastair asked"I came to kill you, of course. And I came to
The young man tried to break free from Alastair's clutches but he was unsuccessful. Alastair's grip on him was strong. He pinned him to the wall like he would do any demon."Who are you?", Alastair asked again, but his hand was gripping the young man's neck and choking him."I.... can't... speak..." The young man managed to say and Alastair released the grip on his neck. The young man took a deep breath and slowly calmed himself down as Alastair removed his grip on him."Are you Alastair?" The young man asked him and Alastair just glared. That was the only answer he could give."My name is Fristborn. I came from Merandore and I am a Friend of Cara."Alastair's eyes flared open. How could someone like him be a friend of Cara? "How do you know her? Where is she?" Alastair asked him."She is in Merandore. But that is why I came. Something has gone wrong. The fate of the world is in danger as we speak..." Fristborn said and grabbed his throat. He massaged the soreness and sighed. He also
Alastair mumbled from sleep as he felt someone place a kiss on his cheeks. He opened his eyes, his entire body aching like he just danced with a tsunami. As his eyes began to adjust to the environment around him, who he saw made him shudder.Miranda.She was laying down beside him in the large-sized bed placed in an extremely large room. The room spread from side to side, with large purple curtains adorning the windows and red roses placed in close proximity. There were several ornaments, antiques, and paintings inside the room and they were all of Alastair or of Miranda. What was going on?Was he dreaming? It did not feel like it. Or was he dead? What was the last thing he remembered? He remembered fighting Blaize, then he remembered the ship exploding. But then he remembered nothing else. He took a look around the room again and if he did not know better, he would have said that he was a royal."You look like you have seen a ghost. Is that how you greet your queen after being away
"Ahh!"Alastair groaned as a Raven picked his flesh. He had not realized that he had a large wound on his leg. The Raven flew away as he kicked it off, groaning as he did. The sun was beginning to rise and its very first rays hit Alastair on the face. Alastair stood up from the ground and tried to clean the dirt off his body. He stopped when he heard someone coughing by his left.He looked at the person and saw Fristborn. He had a large wound on his head also and he groaned as he stood up as well. "I feel like I have been dancing with a hurricane," Fristborn said and Alastair shot him a look. Wasn't that the same thing he had thought when he woke up in that strange realm? Fristborn walked up to him and gazed at the bruises and cuts on his face. Alastair knew he looked like a punching bag, but he just needed to save Cara and he could worry about his looks later."We are in Merandore, are we not?" Alastair asked Fristborn who nodded."Seems like the tides knew exactly where to take u