"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
He gasped, taking in the rush of air into his lungs. His eyes opened, and the crippling force the sea had exerted on him do forcing him to close his eyes again. He struggled to seat up, but his effort was not forthcoming. It was hopeless, he could barely feel his legs.The Forest around him glared with anger, like a subtle warning telling him he was not welcomed there. Blaize wondered why he was even inside a weird-looking forest in the first place. If anyone should be there, it should be Alastair. The bastard had the guts to ask him why he hated him so much? Blaize scoffed at the thought.He stood up, it was already daybreak but the thick leaves of the forest had prevented any form of light from penetrating. It was quite dark, except for some areas that were lightened up with rays of sunshine. Blaize felt uneasy, but he was not one to let fear rule his life. He was better than that."Bloody hell!"He exclaimed as he stepped on something. It appeared to be dung. Wasn't that expected?
The natives charged as they took up defensive positions, all chattering amongst themselves. Blaize watched in anticipation as they began to swing their magic up and down, perhaps in an attempt to scare away their foes.Blaize was more interested in knowing what kind of creature could make the natives that scared. Perhaps he even wanted the does to help him. He just needed to wait for the perfect chance to strike.There was silence, much like the time when he was waiting for the little child to come outside. Only in this case, he was not bound in vines. When he thought that perhaps the creature wouldn't come out for the natives had managed to scare it away, something large burst out from the woods and ran toward the natives.The natives charged and ran towards the creature but it easily grabbed the first native to come its way and smacked its head on the nearest tree. More of the creatures followed and a fight soon burst out. Blaize tried to get free from the shackles holding him but h
He walked towards the Egda sea and prepared himself to meet the so-called legend. Blaize had been able to squeeze out the location of the sea from Rufus and although the latter warned him not to go, he did not listen.How could he? When he had a lot hanging on him finding Alastair and killing him? His life would be over if he did not go, he would have to spend the rest of his days on a remote, isolated island with flesh-eating monsters and strange large creatures.Trolls. That's what they were called. He had only remembered their name after Rufus had taken him to safety. They were taught about trolls back at the keep but since the creatures were not peculiar to Elderien's grounds, the mages paid little or no attention to the teaching.But he would ask himself, what would Alastair do? That was why he decided to pay attention to every little detail he was taught. The mages did not particularly mention anything about Killing trolls, but Blaize knew that for him to land a deathblow on one
It was all a lie. Blaize chuckled as reality dawned on him. His entire life had been a lie. The life he knew in Elderien was perhaps not the life he had thought it was. Why did Orion lie to him and tell him that he was the son of a whore? Why could he not remember his former life before then? Why were there so many questions in his head?"I don't even know where to begin. I haven't been Rus excited since my wife gave me twin boys. I have so many questions..."Rufus began."You will have to save it till you have answered all of mine. Why did I not remember? What happened to me in the sea?"Blaize asked, genuinely curious to know."There are sayings about the sea making you forget things. It trades your memories for something else. I never believed in it, not until now." Rufus said to him."What did she trade my memories for, then?" Blaize wondered."Your life? Recall I told you the sea is quite impatient and unforgiving. What if she made an exception with you? What if she traded your m