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The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants As The Dawn Breaks
There were times of near-isolation and they were more frequent now. Kane felt the silence and while it became him, it also undid him. There were a thousand ways they could have done things differently, a thousand words that he wouldn't mind taking back: the hurt wouldn't be so amplified in that case.A month after the collapse of the Island of Mindoro, and now they’re facing a battle. The only difference is, the fate of the world somehow depended if Hyacinth was able to do the job.With little training and only two weeks of skills enhancement, a part of Kane was worried to the core.“She doesn’t even have any armor…” Kane thought to himself, and did not realize he said it out loud. He worked and helped with whatever it is that he can do for the Orion’s to keep himself busy. To push all the protruding thoughts away. It was noticeable of course, how worried he was for his friend, Hyacinth. It had only been two days, but it felt like she was gone for a week.He was not alone with the
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants A Spark of Hope
Nad stared out from the window as she sat on the edge of her empty bed. Using the fingers of her right hand, she kept playing with the ring finger on her left hand. A symbol of a promise.And maybe, what will be a reminder of a promise she made with Dane a few years ago just before he left.Tears fall down her eyes as she recalls the day they met.He was introduced to her by their leading extractor Goldie Harris. Dane was a couple of years older than Landon. Unlike her, he has no family, and he's alone when he was brought to the Land of the Sorcerers to study as an extractor.Back then, Dane doesn't offer anything beyond the bare bones of his history, or how he became an orphan. All they knew was the general details. Of how his parents died on a mission.They died as honorable Sorcerers, and Nad, despite her curious nature, didn't bother to ask for anything more as Dane was introduced to the group.It's enough for her that Dane appears to be interested enough. How interested he was wh
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants A Spark of Hope Part II
Being a Sorcerer whose expertise is extraction and creation of Barriers and Weapons had always been her dream. A dream that she never realized would come to reality. At first, Tahani thought it was impossible to create an armor for Kane. The young man is full of hope and potential. The bearer of Rowan the Creator’s will and the young man who conjures fire out of thin air. But after years of experiments and cuts and bruises and sheer will —finally, Tahani pioneer’s and creates a glove that was able to conduct the boy’s fire. Not only that, but protecting him from the burns and mild to severe pain. At first, she thought it can't be anything but, even as the rubber and latex-like material embed themselves in the young man’s flesh —acting as his second skin. Who would’ve thought that she would be able to create such things. Even her son and husband refused to believe in her talents at first. Now, here she is. Tahani is creating another armor for the Woman. Not only that but an audie
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Have a little bit of Pride
“Ah, I remember some of those legends being told by my mother as well.” Joie smiled upon recalling the sweet memory. “One of my favorites is how Pisces taught children how to paint.” “The most creative Celestial.” Tahani answered. “Yes, I recall some of those stories as well. I remember telling Dah and Nad the story of how Rowan the Creator freed a family from a village who only experiences snow. Rowan the Creator used his Fire of Life to thaw the icebergs surrounding the mountains.”“That’s a great story too.” Tahani giggled at the memory of it. “Now that Regina’s here, a lot of Rowan the Creator’s history is being retold. I’ve heard from Supreme Diomedes that their family story with the Celestial is going to be encrypted. To be passed down in history. I’ve heard that she’s going to be anointed as a Sorcerer soon. And her son, Mathios would be too once he reaches the age of maturity.”Joie didn’t answer. How she envied the woman beside her. Not only was Tahani one of the chosen few
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants If We Should Wait
With the sun slowly descending —the halls and the catacombs and the pathway gradually was getting darker and darker. The sun’s rays from the windows were losing its light and the moon barely illuminated the place.Anastacia could hardly see. If it wasn’t for the torch she found in the bloody catacombs, she would barely see a thing. The torch helped her, but was only able to light up portions of the dark fortress. The fire she created flickers against the dry cold winds. And Anastacia remains calm but weary as she waits for the creature of the night to sprawl and attack. “Any minute now.” She said to herself, as her eyes looked almost everywhere. Her grasp on the body of the torch tightened when she heard soft footsteps. A sound coming from somewhere in the fortress. The light tapping sound that doesn’t resemble a footstep of a man, but resembled that of a creepy crawler. The tapping sound plays with her anxious mind. As it stops and then it begins to move. With hastened steps, and
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants If We Should Wait Part II
Redenor quietly walked towards Seth’s room. The bed was still the same and remained untouched for days. The figurines are still there, collecting dust and just generally being an eyesore, and so was his son’s ridiculous collection of books. Seth loved to read. He loved to study. It sure was getting unbearable, seeing his son like that. But the good days are coming, he thought. The woman said his son was merely sleeping, that is all. And once she kills the beast, Seth would wake up.It doesn’t make the feeling of sadness and despair go away though. Redenor only finds comfort when he tells himself that Seth’s gone out for a walk, that he’s just gone to the store, that he’s just sleeping and that he’d be back to his old self soon enough.With a sigh, the old man turned his back and closed the door. He begins his daily routine of making more cure for the Slitch sting and venom. It was Seth’s duty to pick up the tamarind trees before, especially the good ones on the taller branches. Bu
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The Grand Vision
Anastacia prepares for the worst when the sun comes up. As the rays of the sun shone down upon the beast, it screamed and growled, its skin sizzled and slowly — it turned into a man. The man was tied down. His arms behind his back and his legs tied down using thick vines. The said vines had sharp thorns, if he ever did try to do something funny, the thorns would pierce his skin. Anastacia wondered what kind of procedure she should be doing to extract the Bane. Antheia’s instructions were vague.How does one extract it? Will she simply draw blood from the man and let the thick liquid sip down the bottle she brought?She dismissed the idea, not liking how macabre it was. The man was still sleeping. Spent. Tired and drained. Well, she was too. But she had no time to rest. Anastacia wanted everything to be over and done with today.This is the third day. ‘No more.’ She thought. Anastacia closed her eyes and began to concentrate to begin linking herself — her soul with the Celestial b
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Through The Wind, Through The Gale
Khalantrophe’s body shook and his braided her glowed red. Venom oozing. Anger. Betrayal. A vision of a man wearing a white tunic with a staff on his hand.“I see him.”“The Necromancer, Levi.” Antheia said, composed as ever, immaculate in her thick robe, covered with vines and flowers and leaves. Bare feet. Long hair dragging across the sea of clouds. “He’s our enemy. Not humanity.”“And who are the others?” Antheia looked at her perfect pair, her lips parting and her green eyes sparkled — the colors illuminating until there was a hint of gold. “His creations.”“You saw them?” Khalantrophe asked."I saw the creature of Tar and Coal." Antheia admitted. "Anastacia was consumed by one, I barely managed to save her."Upon hearing her name, Anastacia's eyes opened. There’s a strange chill in the air, an ominous silence that makes the hair stand on her arms. She forgot how she was unable to move. It’s too much for her, and Anastacia wants to speak. To scream. She’s seeing too many things.
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Fuck With Air
“What?” Bosy asked.“I need some fucking air,” Ken said, tracking Donghae’s movements across the ballroom.“Balcony, out that way,” Bosy said and gestured with his glass. “Leave Hero with me?”Ken scoffed and then pushed Meer up. He took Meer’s hand. He barely managed to smile at the men he passed on his way to the balcony. He kept Donghae in his line of sight, and made sure that Donghae saw him slip outside.The balcony was large, and there were already couples around it, engrossed in each other’s bodies. Ken led Meer to a shadowy nook created by two columns. He held him tightly and took shuddering breaths. “Fuck, this night is just getting fucking worse.”Five minutes passed, and then Donghae appeared in front of them. He lit a cigarette. Ken grabbed his arm, and practically threw him against a column.“Ow, Ken, that hurt,” Donghae said and rubbed his shoulder.“Tell me. Now.”Donghae’s eyes flicked to Meer. “I’d rather not.”“Trust me. It’s alright if he hears.”“I don’t trust slav
Nevermind Part II
Ken frowned, but Meer smiled. Another kiss. “There’s a predator in the form of your best friend coming up on us fast.”Ken sighed and pressed his forehead against Meer’s.“Might Ken!”Ken turned around, keeping Meer pressed against the wall. Bosy wore a black suit, shirt and tie. All five of his slaves flanked him. They all wore tight white pants. Bosy grinned at him. “I didn’t actually think you’d come.”“I had incentive.” And just to piss Bosy off, he asked, “Where’s your wife?”Bosy’s eyes narrowed. “Probably on her back with one of her lovers.”Bosy had done the proper thing. Married a girl, sired an heir, and then set them up in a separate estate. It made Ken sick. He was expected to do the same thing. And before he was thirty.He sighed. “Sorry, Chunnie. I’m in a bad mood.”“You’re in a bad mood? With Hero here? You’re crazy. I came over to get a closer look at him.”“You’ve seen him.”“Not all dressed up,” Bosy said with a leer.Ken shut his eyes briefly and then moved to the s
Nevermind
Ken groaned when something dug into his side.Someone chuckled above him.And then lips pressed against his neck, traveled down his shoulder.“Ken, you have to get up. I already have coffee ready. Don’t you want coffee?”“What time is it?” Ken mumbled.“Eight fifteen.”“Fuck.”“Like I said, you need to wake up.”Ken rubbed his eyes and forced himself to sit up. His whole body hurt. “Fuck,” he said again. He tried vainly to remember what appointments he had today.“Where’s my cell phone?”“Nope. You are not calling in,” Meer said. “Yoona already called when you weren’t there at eight. She told me to remind you about the Choi deal.”Ken shut his eyes and feel back to the bed. “I hate dealing with the Choi’s.”“Do you like dealing with anyone?”Ken opened one eye and grinned. “You.”Meer blushed and looked away.Ken tugged on his arm and Meer let himself be pulled. He curled up against his side. Ken leaned down for a kiss. Meer smiled against Ken’s lips. Ken’s fingers found the hem of Me
Sleep For Life
The guy clicked his tongue at him. “You’re a terrible liar.” The drink arrived and the guy sipped at it. “My name is Aiden.”“Now who’s the liar?”A hand settled on Ken’s thigh. “What if I told you I wanted you to fuck me? Would you think I was lying?”“No, but no thanks.”“Oh, come on. Let me be your angel for the night.”Ken froze, and then shut his eyes in defeat before turning to look at the guy. He smirked and downed his drink.“Come on, Might Michael,” he said, proving he knew exactly who Ken was. “Let me take you to heaven.”Ken let him take his hand. He led him through the club, past drugged out bodies moving to a steady beat. They entered a dark hallway, and as they turned corner after corner, went down a set of stairs and then turned more corners, Ken started getting nervous.Finally, he stopped and opened a door.Ken entered a sparsely furnished room lit by a single bulb. Couch, table, a couple of chairs. As soon as the door shut, the guy was pressed against him, laying bit
I'm Not Ken
God, he hated the Senator’s parties. It was less a dinner and more of an excuse to get drunk, show off and trade slaves.At precisely nine, Yoona buzzed him. “Ken, I’m sorry, but Lee Sungmin refuses to talk to me anymore.”“Patch him through, NaNa.”Ken lost himself in work.At eleven he was considering going home and taking a long lunch. And then Yoona buzzed him again. “Bosy is here to see you.”Ken shut his eyes and sighed. “Send him in, Na.”Bosy sauntered in, once again dragging the tall Doushiten named Justin behind him. Bosy flung the kid onto the floor, and hooked the handcuffs to the arm of the chair.“Hey, Yunnie,” he said.“Bosy. What do I owe the pleasure?”“Just bored, thought I’d visit. I’m going to go use your bathroom.”Ken studied Justin. He didn’t look up, head lowered. More bruises and cuts covered his back and neck and chest.Ken spared the bathroom a glance and then rose. He moved around his desk and sat in the chair. Justin flinched, but didn’t pull away, when Ke
The Senator
They finished the run in silence, Ken contemplating that. It wasn’t until they returned and Meer dropped to the floor to stretch that Ken asked, “Why haven’t you killed me and made a run for it?”Meer had his legs spread, almost in splits. He leaned his upper body to the floor and stretched his arms out. “That would be dishonorable.”“Why?”“Okay, so it wouldn’t be. But it’d be stupid. Because honestly, where am I going to go?” He lifted his legs off the floor, moaning, and Ken had to swallow against a sudden dry mouth. He could only imagine how stretched Meer’s quads were right then.“You’re staring.”“You’re flexible.”“Part of the training.” Meer sat up, winked at him and then lay on the floor. He pressed his hands flat by his head and then pushed his body into an arch. “You should be stretching after a run like that.”“Probably.”He kicked his legs up, effortlessly moving into a handstand. He held it and then bent his knees. He did a couple of pushups and then let his feet fall to
It's Saturday
Meer woke him up at five-thirty.“Fuck, Meer, it’s Saturday.”“I’m sorry, Master. Is there a different time you’d like me to wake you up on Saturdays?”Ken squeezed his eyes shut. “Just later. Eight or nine.”“Very well, Master.”And then it registered. Ken sat up. “Meer?”Meer turned at the door and lowered his head. “Yes, Master?”“Stop it.”“Stop what, Master?”“Stop that. What is wrong with you?”“I don’t know what you mean, Master.”Ken growled, stood up and stalked over to him. “Knock it off.”“If Master would tell—”Ken grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall. “Don’t do this, Meer.”“Do what, Master?”Ken pulled him back and then slammed him against the wall again. “Don’t.”“Why not?” That defiant look was back in his eyes. “Because you said so. Master?”Ken sighed. He moved his hands from Meer’s shoulders and then put them against the wall. He let his arms bend until his forearms rested against the wall. Their bodies aligned. Ken let his head fall to one of his a
No Idea
“What?”“Justin. It’s Justin.”“What’s Justin?”“Bosy’s …”“You know Bosy’s new slave?”He nodded. “We were … not friends. More like rivals, I guess.” Meer sighed and sat up. He played with the buttons on Ken’s shirt, not looking him in the eye. “Our families were allies. Our kingdoms shared a border. Justin and I are First Sons, heirs to be king.”Ken gasped.Meer smirked. “I know, right? Hence the irony of life, thing. Anyway. Our rivalry mainly stemmed from our birth status. Technically, we were the same rank, but Justin was a First Child, First Son, and I had eight older sisters. But I am older than he is. It seems stupid now, but then, it mattered a great deal. We competed in fairs and mock battles and for women.”Meer stopped, finally met Ken’s eyes and then climbed off his lap. Ken followed him into the kitchen. “I always mocked him. Told him one day, he’d be my slave and he’d have to wash my feet while I sipped champagne from his family goblets.”When he started making tea, Ke
What's A Justin
“I’m not here for me, Yong. I don’t know if rumors have circulated yet, but I bought a slave and he needs clothes.”The man’s eyes narrowed. “There are stores for—”“Considering his status as my first slave, I decided that he should only have the very best. I can’t have him running around looking like an uncivilized foreigner.”“This is completely unprecedented.”“Yes, I realize that. But I’m sure you can find a way to compensate the inconvenience.”“Of course, Might Ken.” And Ken was certain there’d be a hefty “service charge” on this final bill. “We’d be happy to supply you with everything he needs.”“Thank you, Yong. He needs everything, all the way down to socks and underwear.”He called over a couple of other associates.“Hero, stand up,” Ken said, voice shaking when he said ‘Hero’. Meer stood immediately. One of the others took Meer’s measurements and Yong shouted at the other one to start taking clothes to the dressing room.Ken and Meer locked eyes. Meer had that look again, t
