CHAPTER 4 - In The Open Field

I

Astonished, Fiel looked up only to see an arena around him. He was alone, he could not see anyone, not even the owner of the voice that he heard.

“Hello, anybody out there?!” he shouted back, hoping that the voice would reply to him. He waited to hear the voice again but he heard nothing thereafter.

He called once more but he was answered back by mere silence. Fiel knelt with his hands on his face, reeling in his mind what happened before a current of wind enclosed him and brought him to this place. Everything was a puzzle and a mystery for him. If he is just dreaming, he wanted to wake up now. It was at that moment that he heard footsteps coming nearer to his place. He looked around and then his eyes landed on a group of men clad in their warriors' clothing with golden swords tucked beside their bodies.

He inhaled deeply and batted his eyes, wanting to be awakened if indeed he was just sleeping. Nonetheless, as he opened his eyes again the four warriors were already beside him, grabbing him by his two arms and dragging him to somewhere, he was not familiar with.

“Where are you taking me? What place is this?” he asked consecutively, but none of the warriors answered him. They were like deaf and mutes. They did not even bother to look at him.

He was dragged along a narrow pathway and as they reached a small building, they entered it. It was like a prison cell. The only difference was that it has one inmate in each of its small cells and the inmates looked like warriors too and not just prisoners.

The last cell was empty. They opened it and pushed Fiel inside. He looked around the dimly lighted small room and what he could feel was a mixture of lonesomeness, fear for his life, and anger. How his life drastically changed into this kind of horribleness is still indeterminable and unacceptable to him. All he could think of is to find an escape from this deathlike place.

“But how?” Fiel fret. He did not even know where he is. All he could do is to wait for what will happen next.

He did not know if he slept but his senses were suddenly awakened when he heard sounds of footsteps coming nearer his cell. He readied himself, ready to defend himself until his death.

As he heard the footsteps coming nearer, he could also feel the throbbing of his heart growing faster. He gathered all the bravery and strength he had as he waited for those feet to come inside his cell.

When his cell’s door opened he stood up. He tried not to be overwhelmed by fear even though the two men who came inside his cell looked like those executors with axes in their hands, whom he saw in ancient historical royal movies. He stood still waiting for their next move.

II

“Where are you going to take me?” Fiel asked in his stern voice. But just like before, he never heard a reply from the two men, the only difference was that they both growled at him. They then dragged him by his hands out of the cell and that prison-like building.

He was brought to an open field, a wide area where he could see grasses, trees, and from afar were bodies of water surrounding the place. He looked around to familiarize himself. He knew very well that he had never been in this place before.

The most strange thing was that he was dragged by the two warrior-like men in the middle of the field. He thought then he was alone when the two warriors who brought him there left in a flash, but to his astonishment, three men from different directions came running toward him. The one from the East has an ax in his hand while the man from the North was holding a sword and the last one, who came running from the South part was holding a spear.

Although with fear, Fiel being a Kung Fu trainer was able to suppress such fear and focus on the movements of his enemies. If he will not be quick enough and wise, he cannot leave this field alive again.

The man from the South lunged at Fiel his spear targeting his heart part but Fiel swiftly slide down his body, grabbed the spear up, and swiped the feet of the enemy. At that exact time, the man from the North moved to swing his sword to cut Fiel’s neck but Fiel’s hand holding the spear moved and its pointed end pierced through the stomach of the man with a sword.

Fiel’s next move surprised the man with an ax. As the man raised his ax to cut in half, Fiel’s body, the latter rolled over to the ground fleetly and stopped nearby the sword that fall from the hands of the man from North, who was already lying on the ground, dead. Quickly, Fiel snatched the sword and before the man with an ax could move to face him, the sword in Fiel’s hand already perforated his back.

Seeing what happened to his companions, the man from the South ran away and disappeared so suddenly.

As Fiel knelled on the ground with relief, he suddenly heard clapping of hands nearby and then a loud echoing voice.

“He is on board the game! Get him and bring him back to his cell!”

Before the same two warriors who got Fiel from the cell could touch him, Fiel stood up and gave them both flying kicks, throwing them up and then down to the ground. He was about to run away but Fiel heard the clicking of a gun near him.

"Move more and your brain will scatter in this field," Fiel heard a man's mocking voice and he suddenly froze.

"What do you want from me and where am I?" Fiel asked hoping he would be given an answer this time, but the man laughed out loud in response.

"You will just know, Fiel Davidal... you will just know!" the mysterious man with a gun said after his loud laugh stopped. It was as if the man was having the best fun in his life.