It turns out that finding a trail of a thousand year old dragon was trickier than he thought. Three days had passed since their journey to find and capture the dragon began, and since then they found only a single scale that was sitting on the forest floor. A scale that shines even though there’s not a single spot or spark of light.
It shines like a flickering ember, like a diamond. And because dragons are majestic beings, spells don't work on them. The scales deflects magic, spells and hexes, making the Sorcerer far more irritable.
“Maybe we should ask for help, mr. Fraco.”
It was just a simple suggestion, but it made Fraco, the sorcerer’s blood boil. “Am I asking for your opinion?!”
Kane frowned. “No…”
“Then shut your trap!”
The boy casts his eyes down with a sigh. Ever since they’ve journeyed to find the dragon, the sorcerer was always shouting at him. Either Fraco would glare at him, roll his eyes --- calls him twerp and more. And even though the sorcerer told his name to the boy, the exchange wasn't pleasant.
It happened when Kane mistakenly gave poisonous berries to Fraco, and the sorcerer said, "How dare you give the great Fraco Romulus poisonous berries, you illiterate scum?!"
He was scolded till dawn, but was happy. Because now he doesn't have to call Fraco 'Mr. Sorcerer' anyomore.
"It was just a suggestion..." Kane muttered.
"But it was not needed!" Was Fraco rebutt. "So help me... by not helping me, got it?"
"Yes."
Also, Kane agreed to help the sorcerer, since he did feel at fault — and Fraco practically yap his way to force the boy to go on a journey with him. He also agreed to leave everything, keep his mind closed for anything else… and when they’ve found the dragon, the Sorcerer will help him find his mother and Auntie Cindy.
But the sorcerer wasn’t completely terrible to him. Fraco fed him, clothed him and casted a spell to make a comfortable small house for them during the night.
But there was a catch at every good thing that Fraco did for him. With every good thing the sorcerer does for him, he must give it back in return.
Like that one time when Fraco gave him ten pieces of berries. He collected firewood from afternoon till night. He was soaked in sweat from running and walking about in the forest even though Fraco could simply cast a fire spell — but Kane did it anyway.
For he did not want to question Fraco and his ways. If he did, the young man would make a fit and scream at him. And lecture him how it’s his fault that the dragon escaped. Just remembering Fraco’s lecturing made the boy sigh.
Fraco noticed this and looked at the young boy, wondering why. “What?” He stopped walking then looked at the boy. “What’s the sigh for, twerp?”
The little boy shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Are you sure?” Fraco tilted his head to the side and sported a dubious look on his face.
“Yes…”
As the two of them remained standing in place, Fraco foisted the dragon scale on his front pocket and frowned.
“I can’t believe I have to put so much effort on catching an oversized lizard because of you…” He hissed, but not loud enough for Kane to hear.
Fraco never wanted to go back to the city, and he was never fond of quests, missions and all the other things sorcerers get hyped up with. He only wanted to exist in his own world. Sleep, eat and avoid any physical activity he deemed to be troublesome.
Now, he has no choice but to go to one of the sectors of the counsel. A small place dedicated to helping sorcerers like him.
“I can’t believe I’m doing something I tried to escape from so many times.”
Kane looked up to the sorcerer, wondering what he’s saying. “Mr. Fraco, are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
“Then why are you —”
“Move aside!” Fraco screamed, then he raised his staff. About to summon a spell that would take them to the place he desires to go to, and fast. He closed his eyes and parted his lips. And when he raises his hand, he starts to chant a summoning spell, “Mighty as an eagle, ferocious as a lion. Mighty wings and talons of iron —” He opened his eyes and chills ran down from Kane’s spine. “---Griffon, I summon you!”
The boy’s jaw dropped as he heard the cry of the Griffon, and he watched in awe as it descended from the sky.
“We’re riding him?!” Was his ecstatic question.
“Yes…” Fraco answered. “But if you want to walk… that’s fine with me.”
The young boy did not need to be told twice to come up to the Griffon. When the majestic beasts laid down on the grass field for them to ride his back, Kane practically jumped on the beast and made it flatter its gigantic wings.
“Wow… this is amazing!” He said with a gasp. “He’s bigger than a horse!”
Kane laced his fingers against the creature’s fur. It felt feathery and yet light at the same time. Like a mix of a dog and bird's feathers and fur. And as he pressed his hands and petted the beast, he could feel its strong heartbeat. How strong it was.
And surprisingly, Fraco wasn’t annoyed when Kane asked, “Can I drive?!”
He merely rolled his eyes and said, “Fine. But if you fall, Soller and I will not catch you.”
“Soller?” Kane wondered. “Isn’t that a girl’s name?”
“That’s because she is a girl!” For the nth time, Fraco rolled his eyes at the boy, whispering ‘dumbass’ to himself.
“Cool!” Kane squealed then pets the Griffon again. “Good girl, Soller!”
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As they ride on Soller’s back to go to the city of Nakoir, he can't help but wonder---is this all part of his destiny? When he was young, all they ever talked about was the magestries and how a foolish witch broke the truce and the friendship of the Pillars, practically eradicating the world of wonders, pure magic and killing every single White Witch that there is.
Now only practitioners of the Witch’s magic exist, and it was the honor of Sorcerers to catch and reprimand such forbidden practices. Now, the descendants of those Sorcerers and their future generations are a part of that practice and will take part in this great responsibility. If he was truly honest with himself, he was just like any other Sorcerers out there.
But then... a tragedy happened years ago, and it made his faith, beliefs and everything else crumble slowly. For sure he wanted to get out. He sincerely did.
And then... there's this boy. He had only been with Kane for a few days, but he couldn't help but envy the boy.
The tragedy that has happened to Kane would've sent anyone to rock bottom, yet there was still brightness and light on the boy. Kane can see it through the boy's eyes... something that was missing from him a long time ago. Something that he had forgotten and had hidden on the back of his mind.
He took a peak at Kane who was sitting close to Soller’s neck. The boy was staring up at the dark sky, the moons and the stars and there was a big smile on his face.
"Enjoying the view?"
Kane, who was busy looking up at the stars, looked back at him. “I am!” He smiled at Fraco. "Are we there yet? Dah said you're taking me somewhere special."
“No." Was Fraco's lukewarm reply. "We’re going to the Sorcerer’s counsel… not some theme park."
"Oh." Kane replied. "But still... after the training I can go to a theme park, right?" He pointed down at an area where lights were a mix of red, blue, green and yellow. They heard screams of people who were enjoying their hearts out. Laughing as the roller coaster turns them upside down. And as Kane watched them, his eyes sparkled with excitement.
Fraco looked at Kane and stared at the boy who was grinning from ear to ear. He hummed and said, “I’ll think about it.”
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Lights were down and the city that relied on electrical power for lights, warmth and their phones to find each other and their missing relatives were set back to the stone age. Men looked for dry sticks and tattered clothes to make torches, while the women ransacked abandoned homes of those who perished or escaped to look for either gas, grease or molasses for the fire. Pip felt like he won the lottery when he crashed against his high school buddy named Dalton Draco. They literally crashed against each other when the power went off, turning off the remaining street lights and scaring the souls out of the remaining survivors. Creatures appeared in every direction, snarling and slithering on the ground. With Pip’s amazing senses, he managed to find the fastest route out of the middle of the city. As he did, he tried to convince the humans, but they shunned him and called him a monster, A syndicate and worker for the monstrous snakes, orcs and blob-like creatures of a hundred eyes. A
Soon the assembly among the Sorcerers and leaders of the world came to an end. They left the protected chamber while saying their farewells, each showing their respect by showing their wrist where a symbol had been tattooed on their skin. A tattoo that signifies their promise to keep the location a secret. When most of them set off and went on their own ways, Theodore called for Gretta of Theal. The old man pointed at a door on the west side of the chamber. "This way." He said. Gretta followed the latter quietly and gave a signal to the others who's waiting for her. As they went through the door, slowly they descended on a spiral staircase which leads to a secret room. The room was dark and had thin air that reminded the Sorceress of mountains from the Himalayas. A spark of fire came from a match, then Theodore proceeded to light twelve candles. The room turned bright and it revealed centuries old wall paintings of the past. The room was shaped like a crescent moon, and the ceiling
A woman runs about the room, pounding on the walls, the floor, hoping to spring some sort of trapdoor, and come across some secret entrance. “Help me!” Her loud screams can be heard in the empty room. A room with no doors. No window. A single bed, and during the night, that man appears. “Help me! Please… spare my life!” And as she begs for mercy, the laughter in her ears is getting louder, unbearable. “Help me! Please! Help, I can’t take it anymore!” Her calls were unanswered and she screams in frustration to the bare walls. She lost her sense of time. How many days had passed since she had been trapped? Used. Abused. Being touched. Nonconsensual. The terrifying face of the man. Everything. She was afraid of his entire being. “Tch. How noisy.” Cynthia froze at the sound of his voice. It’s him again. A man. Cynthia whirls around. “When…” Her lips trembled as she whispered. “...when will you let me go?” A wicked man chuckled, seemed untouched and unfazed by the dank and dust of
"I am but a man bound to this stone forever," the handsome man responded. He held up a slender wrist and she saw that a manacle with a black chain kept him bound to the stone, and with only a few feet of chain between his and the rock. "I have been here for quite some time, and so I have learned a great many things. I shall give you what you seek, if you wish it, my lady."The young woman was outraged with the injustice against the handsome man. She asked her, ‘What could he have done so wrong to be tied up like an animal?’ But she did not dwell on the thought for long, because the words he said tempted her."What do I seek? You mean you can grant wishes?" The curious girl said, stupefied."Yes, my dear sweet girl. I can tell from your eyes that there is something you want indeed, is there not? Wish for it, and it will come into being."The young woman knew what she wanted, for it was always something she longed for in her dreams. She knelt on her knees and pleaded,"Please, oh noble
So it was a dreary day, choked with mist that the Queen discovered that she was getting too old to live much longer, and the thought terrified her to her old bones. She wished to live in luxury forever, but she saw that it was impossible. Then she remembered the handsome man on the pond, and how his magic had made this all come to be.‘If he could do all this for me…’ the old Queen thought, ‘then why not make me live forever? That would make all my worries disappear, won’t it?’ So the old Queen left her castle for the first time in many years and set out alone to the forest with the pond. She had to stop many times, for she was very old and weary. Yet finally, she made it to the clearing. She did not see the handsome man, but she did see that the low fog was thick and cold. It swarmed around his ankles, sucking the warmth from her body. The old Queen ignored this and walked to the edge of the pond. She called out for the handsome man to appear at the top of her trembling old voice un
Faith and hope is a strange thing, Dalton and Pipper knows, tenuous, erratic, often irrational.Perhaps it’s this, most of all, that makes it so painfully easy to suspend hope. For a minute, an hour, a full day. Perhaps the ease with which humans manage it –synapses shutting down with a whine before the brain can even comprehend the image.Because what the eyes are seeing isn’t there at all, can’t possibly be there– is a sort of elaborate defense mechanism, evolved over the centuries to preserve the sanity of the species.Pipper never believed in the otherworldly and yet he’s experiencing something that is beyond imagination. Beyond what he could comprehend, but he’s willing to cast that aside, for now, willing to trust that he isn’t hallucinating.What he does hope for though, is that the boy’s face was something he hadn’t seen before. He felt so real, yet isn’t real — real like he is, flesh and blood and bone, real like the wood of his bedstead.What he gives faith, even now, even a
The expression ‘waking up on the wrong side of the bed’ had never been more apt for Fraco than it had the next morning. He tossed and turned on his bed throughout the night until finally falling into exhausted slumber in the early hours of the morning.They’re about to leave. Yet, he was having a hard time going through his morning routine.When his eyes had cracked open under the insistent pressure of sunlight streaming into his room, feeling like shit was pretty much an understatement. He had staggered to the shower and after stripping off his clothes, he had stood under the full blast of water, trying to force himself into some semblance of consciousness.It took him the better part of half an hour before he began to feel even remotely human, or at least, human enough to stagger out of the shower, dry off and dress. Even so, he felt that bone-deep exhaustion in his limbs and his eyes felt sore, tired and slightly painful.Maybe it’s because of the nightmares.“Enough, Fraco,” he to
Pipper’s shoulders tensed and a nervous chuckle came out of his lips. “Ye—yeah.”Dalton chuckled softly. “I understand you, bud. Just… remember to talk to me whenever you feel alone, yeah?”Pip took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves even though his mind was gibbering just a little. “Thank you.”“Give it time.” Dalton was staring into the distance, seeming as if to be staring into the depths of his own memory. “Even the half breed named Johnas had a hard time trusting the power inside of him. But you know what I like about him?”“What?”Dalton smiled. “Even though the normies hated us, at school when everyone was attacked, he helped who he could. He has this unwavering will to protect those who are weaker than him.”He sighed and glanced at Dalton. “I don’t know if my heart or intentions are as pure as Johnas.” Pip admitted, as he looked down on his hands.“You have to be patient with this sort of thing.” Dalton said. “Everything has a purpose. It may not be crystal clear now,
“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
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
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
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
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
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
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
“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
“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