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Every tick of time, Fiel could feel the intense desire and wish that the game be finished already.Today is the third day of the Game and it was called, “Escape from Arrows.”
Fiel and the other remaining five players were put in a big circle, out in the open field, and were told to run to save their lives while arrows would rain inside the big circle. Whoever comes out of the big circle alive would remain in the game.
"Take the left side, Mister, more arrows will fall on the right side," it was a voice that Fiel suddenly heard before the loud sound of a gunshot was heard all over the arena.
Although confused as to what he heard, Fiel followed the voice. He rolled on the left side and true enough, there were raining arrows on the right side and only two or three on the left side, one almost hit him. Before a new set of arrows has been released again, Fiel was able to roll near the side of the arena. He sto
The sky above the island was a graveyard of smoke and dying embers. While the Golden Dragon Lord hovered like a vengeful sun above the fortress, keeping the Pharaoh’s primary legions pinned beneath the earth, Fiel Davidal moved through the shadows of the cliff side.He had shed his golden radiance, pulling his power inward until he was nothing more than a ghost in the dark. He reached the jagged fissure that led to the old oubliette—the very hole he had been tossed into weeks ago as a framed prisoner."I came through here in chains," Fiel whispered, his eyes shifting into a feline, predatory yellow to pierce the gloom. "I return as a storm."Deep in the bowels of the underground city, the atmosphere was far from celebratory. The Alpha Pharaoh Kingtin stood in a cavernous chapel carved from black obsidian. Standing beside him was Alpha Derwish, a hulking brute of a werewolf whose breath smelled of raw meat and whose eyes held no spark of mercy."The Dragons are circling above like vult
The reunion was short-lived as the Alpha Pharaoh’s archers began to fire silver-tipped bolts from the fortress.Dragonad turned his massive head toward the fortress, his eyes glowing with thousands of years of stored rage. "They hunted you," the Dragon Lord’s voice vibrated through Fiel’s mind. "They stole your mother and tried to bury you in the dark. Today, the Underground City becomes their tomb."Fiel looked down at the balcony and saw Ameerah. She was being seized by the Head Guard, who was dragging her back toward the dungeons."Father," Fiel growled, his voice a mix of human grit and draconic power. "The girl stays. She is the reason I am alive."Dragonad let out a huff of smoke. "Then take what is yours, Prince. I will handle the rest."As the Golden Dragon Lord began to rain destruction upon the Pharaoh’s army, Fiel dived toward the balcony, his claws extended, ready to reclaim the woman who had twice saved his soul.The sky was a chaotic tapestry of fire and gold. Above, the
“You have done what no other has achieved, Fiel Davidal,” the Pharaoh’s voice boomed, echoing against the cavern walls. “You have survived the Game of Fangs and Death. As promised, your prize is your freedom. A yacht awaits you at the secret docks to carry you far from the Hellhole.”Beside him, Princess Ameerah stood like a marble statue. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but her face remained the mask of a loyal daughter. In her hand, she held the golden chalice.“As you enter the yacth,” the Pharaoh continued, gesturing to his daughter, “it is a tradition to drink the Chalice of Victory. It signifies your extra ordinary strength and freedom. You are no longer a fighter nor a prisoner of this kingdom.”Ameerah stepped down the stone stairs, her silk gown whispering against the floor. As she approached Fiel, their eyes locked. For a fleeting second, the coldness of the Princess vanished, and Fiel saw the soul of Clushia—desperate and loving.“Come with us,” The Alpha Pharaoh said
Princess Ameerah sat at the ornate wooden table in her chamber, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. Before her lay a collection of rare herbs, powders, and vials — the components for the deadly potion she was to prepare for her father, the Alpha Pharaoh. Yet, her heart was heavy with conflict. Every step she took was carefully measured, knowing that her actions could decide Fiel’s fate.Her trusted Nanny hovered nearby, her eyes keen and steady. “My Princess, the poison’s potency depends on the precise balance of these ingredients. We must be meticulous,” she said, her voice low with urgency.Ameerah nodded. “Yes, Nanny. But remember, while we prepare this potion, we also need to create its antidote. The salt water from the ocean will be the key. It will reverse the poison’s effect if administered in time.”Nanny’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “A risky plan, Princess. If discovered, your father’s wrath will be terrible.”Ameerah’s expression hardened with r
IHurriedly, the two, scamperred to dress up. Princess Ameerah, got inside the comfort room to hide before Fiel opened the door. It was the Head Guard.“Why did you open so long, Mr. Davidal? Is there someone inside your room?” he asked while his eyes scanned the room.“Apology. I was in my deep sleep and it was hard for me to wake up when I was in that kind of state. Anything that you need from me, please?” Fiel asked. He tried as calm as possible to avoid the Head Guard from detecting that he was lying.To Fiel’s surprise, the Head Guard suddenly snipped and squinted his eyes on him. “Why is it that I could smell a familiar scent in here, Mr. Davidal?”“What kind of scent?” he asked as innocent as he could, but his chest started to pound vigorously.The Head Guard looked at Fiel keenly but then shook his head and then left. Fiel closed the door after making sure that the Head Guard had walked far already. Relief washed over him after closing the door. He walked toward the comfort ro
I"I will do it." Once again Princess Ameerah said with more firmness this time. He would not let the Alpha Pharoah murder the man she loves the most. He cannot take Fiel Davidal away from her. Not this time, not in the future."Good. I need that potion as soon as possible." A broad smile flickered on the Alpha Pharoah's face. He was looking at his daughter with a certain spark of pride. Who would even think that his princess would learn witchcraft and sorcery, and have been so good at it as times passed by? When Princess Ameerah left him, Alpha Pharoah Kingtin released a broad smile, thinking that his problem had been solved already."All I need is to wait for your death, Fiel Davidal. You will never know, who you really are," he thought chuckling.Princess Ameerah returned to her room. Once inside, she started phasing back and forth, quite furious as to how dubious the Alpha Pharoah could be. She needs to do something to save Fiel, but she knows that the Alpha Pharoah is not an ea






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