"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
Percy's lifeless body was dragged past them before the Buba came to take them to their cell. Blaize was angry. He had never felt such anger and it was suffocating him. He felt like he should have done more, he should have taken Percy's place in the fight. But everything happened so fast. The circumstance was beyond his control."Not that one. The leader wants to see him." A Buba said to another while they tried to push Blaize into the prison. The Buba stopped and gazed at Blaize before drawing him back.Julian watched as they took Blaize away. Blaize on the other hand did not fight. He just followed the Buba as they keep him towards the leader's place. It was already sunrise but the warmth of the morning sun did not amuse Blaize. He barely even felt it. The sun swept the clouds off the sky, leaving the bright blue firmament to complement its golden rays. It was beautiful, but it was not enough. The Buba led him into the house and threw him on the ground. The Precious stones that ado
Darkness.It was the only thing Cara could see when she opened her eyes. Her heavy head did not make it seem better. She just stood there in the emptiness, feeling nothing inside her. Where was she? She questioned. It looked like a strange place to her, one that she could not fathom.The vast emptiness spread across all angles of the space, and the darkness complimented It. It was like a dark night, with nothing in the sky but the firmament to keep the earth lightened up. But even that was not enough for without the grace of the moon, the earth could not truly be called alive.Cara knew she could not just stand there. It was a vision, it had to be..but no vision she had ever had felt that way. None of them made her feel so choked up. She has been to the ethereal realm before and that was not how it felt. Where she was was different and she did not know how to navigate through it."Alastair! Alastair, can you hear me?"She called out, hoping that her body would make some sort of sign t
Cara gasped as the creature hurled towards her. It didn't look like the Phoenix she had always felt, but not that she had ever seen the Phoenix before. Was that how it looked? Was that how angry it was? The creature hurled at her and as it did, the dark reflection of herself which had been standing before her, suddenly levitated into the air.The dark smoke escaping from its body slowly filled the atmosphere, like it was attempting to trap Cara within it. She staggered back and decided to run when she noticed that there was no way for her to survive both attacks. She wasn't really sure she would wake up should she die in that state. As the Phoenix kept approaching, she quickly tried to climb the cliff. Her sloppy legs kept slipping from the rocks which would propel her to the top. She just kept trying but to no avail.Then the creature opened its mouth and shrieked, and when it did, a gust of energy hurled at her. Cara quickly took refuge beneath one of the large rocks and what surpr
"Breathe, Cara. Breathe..."Alastair said to Cara as she opened her eyes. Her breathing was raspy and shallow like she could barely even get the air down her lungs. She looked at Alastair as he kept muttering some words while she steadied herself, taking short, deep breaths along the way."Breathe...you are fine now. You are alright. Just take it easy." He said to her and she whimpered softly. Her chest was tight like she had had a heart attack along the way. "Here. Drink this." Alastair said and handed her a tonic. She had no idea what he had mixed together and frankly, she did not care. She just drank it, but something she could not shake off was the bitter taste of it.She gagged as she tried to swallow the tonic but she nearly retched. She quickly cleaned off the excess from the sides of her mouth and sighed. It took a moment before the tunic began to work, and when it did, Cara could already feel her energy returning."Thank you." She said to him and he nodded. "What happened?"
The town's name was...Pyra. Alastair could tell from the inscriptions they had at the entrance. The letters were quite similar to those in Elderien and they looked like they were just inscribed. As the letters were the first things Alastair noticed about the city, the gloomy nature of the place was the next thing that came to mind.Whenever they walked past people, they usually for a stare or two. Alastair wondered why that was. It was not that they were dirty or anything. Alastair watched the people as each walked past him and all he could observe was that Pyra was a terribly depressed place. Why were they gloomy? What happened to their joy?"Is it just me or is this town creepy?" Cara asked Alastair and she suddenly made eye contact with a young woman. The woman suddenly looked away like she was vermin. Cara scoffed."She's not even pretty." She muttered as she tried to catch up with Alastair."I don't think they like us very much." She said to him."Just keep going. Do not mind the