Several days passed in this manner. Days slowly turned into weeks and soon, two weeks had gone by. As Jack and Davies trained alongside the other trainees, Kylie trained with the crazy archangel with the power to start and end wars. Each day was a gruelling one for all three champions, for though they trained apart, their minds were one. Their first mission had gone smoothly, but they had not forgotten that it was only so because their enemy didn’t know that they were enemies. Imagining actually facing off against Professor Huckleberry who was the 7th Sword of Ogre in his full strength was enough to send chills down their spines. Even without his blade, Professor Huckleberry had been a threat that could have easily ended their lives with one wrong step. While it may have looked like they survived fighting against him and even overwhelmed him, given that they had not been injured in that battle, that was because of the suddenness and carelessness of the old man. It wasn’t as a result o
Walkers were considered one of the weakest dregs of the Undead society. Just like Beastmen had star warriors, Undead also had their own hierarchy, and Walkers sat at the base of this hierarchy. Walkers were generally weak and could be defeated by even 1 Star Beastmen with little difficulty. They only became an issue when they attacked in large numbers. The cry of one Walker could attract the attention of ten more, and ten could attract the attention of a thousand more, and a thousand a million! Therein lay the strength of Walkers – the absolute ability to never be alone; yet this did nothing to change how they were looked at by both Beastmen and sentient Undead. To them, Walkers were disposable trash.Not only did they lack wisdom, but they lacked knowledge or basic intelligence entirely. They were like babies, but babies were more intelligent than they were. For even a baby knew to cry when it was hungry, hurt, soiled, and thirsty. So, calling them babies was an insult to babies. For
“Is it over? Are these the only four who possessed soe degree of intelligence?” Kylie asked as she looked down on the headless corpses of the four Walker variants.The creatures who had successfully hidden from the elders had met their ends cruelly, but Kylie did not feel an ounce of sympathy or guilt in doing so. Before she started this mission, Michael had told her many of the cruel things that the Undead did, and how unkind their souls were. They were creatures that thought of destruction and chaos only, and their death was necessary to bring one peace. Naturally, that was not enough to override Kylie’s conscience. After all, even when she faced humans who tried to kill her – people who had used some of the most unfair methods to get stronger – she had been unable to forget their deaths. How then could she be so calm about this?Well, it was simple really. Although the actions of those who belonged to Ogre’s Nest were as deranged as the actions of the Undead, one group was filled w
“So, what next, captain?” “Well, based on the map we were given, we will start our investigations in the areas marked red. We’d start with this place. The goal is not to exterminate the walkers in that region, but to find traces of the 6th Sword. He supposedly has a few minions in these bases. If we could get one of them to confess where he is to us, things would go much more smoothly.”“Sounds like a solid plan captain.”“You have to stop calling me that. It sounds very strange.”“It may sound strange, but that is your position and your roll. You are our captain.”“Philip is right. You should get used to hearing that.”Kylie sighed silently upon hearing the argument of her team members. How could she get used to hearing them call her by such a title when she had been called Kylie her entire life?*They are right though. The earlier you learn to abandon relationships in a mission, the faster you will see victories come to you. Set aside your prejudices and feelings and embrace the au
Red Nest’s eyes opened sharply as he jumped off his makeshift bed. His red eyes pierced through the bright cave as he looked around stealthily. He had been sleeping soundly when he felt a sharp presence pricking the back of his neck. This was what had awakened him, and it was for this reason that he did not dare lay back down onto the straw bed his minion walkers had made for him. For a few minutes he searched the cave thoroughly. Then, he went outside to assess the safety of his perimeter. Outside the cave, there were walkers lying lazily on the ground in all sorts of positions. While there were a few still roaming around, they were few and far between. Seeing this, Red Nest could not hep but think to himself,“Was I being too sensitive?”He had been on edge lately. For some reason his lair didn’t feel safe anymore. Given that these instincts had been what had kept him alive for so long, he dared not ignore them. The unrest he was currently feeling could not be explained in words, bu
The land of the Undead was as bleak as those who resided in it. Bright colours were obsolete here with nothing but darkness and blood occupying this very unsettling atmosphere. For a human, this place was worse than death; for Beastmen, it was a battlefield that could easily cost them their lives; yet for the Undead – as long as they weren’t variant Walkers – this place was a safe haven’t that was very much welcome. After all, what was one person’s meat was easily poison to another.In this bleak environment, the measure of one’s success or authority could not be quantified by the number of cars or properties that one had. After all, what need did those who had died yet had cheated death, have for a means of transportation. There were Undead beasts like Undead horses available for these kinds of tasks. The measure of success in this land was quantified in the number of subordinates that one had and the degree of strength that these subordinates possessed!The Undead graded strength in
Many legends dominate the realms of men. And each one is as unbelievable as the others; for that’s what legends are. They boggle the minds and provoke the thoughts of the self-conscious man. They give adults a magical potion that keeps their kids satisfied at night and lure them into the deep embrace of sleep. For children, however, legends are things they can dream about without any reservations. This story is a legend that is true; a legend that to all other fictions acts as a reprove. This is the legend of the New Moon. But to understand this legend, you must first be sent back in time. To the time before the world truly began; before dinosaurs dominated the earth. This was the time of the rebellion.In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was GodThey say everything has a beginning. And that is true. For what can die that hasn’t been born? But to every rule there is an exception. And to every norm an abnormal. This abnormal was called God. He had no
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was without form and void; and great darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God hovered over the surface of the waters. The Holy Spirit watched the earth with great emotion. Oh how long it had been!It had been a century since the destruction of earth. Finally the Spirit of the Ruler came down upon it and rebirthed it; He returned to the land forlorn and rebuilt it. Like an architect visiting a once grand design the Spirit of the Lord sighed in sadness at the souls that had been lost. Those beings that had been created from His reflection had given up their place for a path that wasn't meant for them. He may have judged them justly, but His heart still ached at the thought of all who had been lost - especially the one who led it all. He gave it light in the form of the sun and moon and created everything in it. Once he was done he sighed in pity. For he could sense the auras of those that surviv