Ginika heaved and wiped his sweaty hands on his pants. His blue eyes studied the whole environment, which were still lying in total desolation. The stench of burnt flesh also covered his nostril, churning his stomach. He shifted his weight to the other foot when he heard the footfalls that came carousing the voice of the burning buildings.“Gini,” Betty sobbed and ran into his open arm, “What happened?” she asked.“It’s over, Betty. Those barbarians will not hurt anybody again. It’s over.” “But how did you…?” She stammered. Ginika followed her squinted eyes, noting the frown that covered the glowing skin. “You did all this?” Betty asked.Ginika wanted to laugh. Smokes were still popping out from the body of what should have been the cavaliers, only that now the ashes and the ascending were the only testimony of what should have been. Standing here now, he couldn’t imagine that he was responsible for the catastrophe. It was hard to imagine.“It’s a long story, Betty,” He said when the
Gen did not answer, instead, she lifted her upper jaw, and her fangs extended downwards. Gabriel and Betty jumped back with fright.“Yeah, I am still me.” Gen smiled, and the fang protruded back into her skull as though controlled by an unseen force.“How come you can walk on the sun…” Ginika paused as the answer suddenly hit him. He opened his palms and was surprised when he saw a scar which his fingernails had produced.“It must have been my blood, Gen. My blood brought you back to life.”“And also made me walk on the sun. I see now while the Vampires outside the wall wanted the child of promise.”“Yes, that explains it,” Ginika nodded. If his blood could make Vampire walk under the sun, it explains perfectly while those Vampires had kidnapped him in the first place.“So fate brought me to you. That’s amazing.” Gen jumped. She was laughing now, and the happiness that lined her eyes was so great.“I am happy for you,” Ginika said and held the girl into a tight embrace.“Hey, wait.” Ge
“A Drudge who is a scholar?” Bola couldn’t believe his ears. The Emperor had banned the slaves from getting any formal education. Any Drudge that was caught reading or writing was bound to be executed.“Yes, I was shocked when I find out. I never knew the Drudge had the capacity to recognized letter.”“That’s so nice of you,” Bola grunted.“Sorry, that was what I was taught. The scholars taught us to believe that the Drudge did not have the capacity to read or write. Anyway, that’s not the gist. The main deal was that the old scroll gave a detailed story on how the power of Gini came about and how the Emperor had usurped power for himself,”“So, you believe it then?” “Like I said before, believe is a strong word. I will rather say I agree with whoever wrote the scroll.”“I that’s the case, then I guess you must have heard about the child of promise?”“Yes, the one born with the power of Gini.”I think I know who he is. Bola wanted to say but swallowed the words. It was too early to sa
Bola shoved another gold coin into the innkeeper reluctant hand, smiling mischievously as he turned his attention to Cassandra. The innkeeper studied them for a while but remained silent. He picked up the jug on the rack and walked out of the inn from the door behind the counter.“I saw his horse; the same horse he rode when he was with us. It’s in the stable two blocks away from here.” Cassandra said, under her panting breathe.“But he wasn’t in the inn,” She continued, “I searched everywhere.”“I told you to check the stable and report back to me,” Bola pointed out. Cassandra grunted and shifted her weight to the other feet.
“I can’t believe you have been betraying us all this while” Cassandra turned her disbelieving eyes to the man who was still groaning on the floor.“He is a cavalier Cassy. He had always been. Just that he pretends no to know how to use the sword.”“No, it’s not pretense.” Gareth said. He was struggling to sit up now. After several failed attempts, he decided to lean his back on the wooden wall. His nose was till bleeding.“I actually don’t know how to use a sword. That was why I was chased out from the cavalier in the first place.”“It all mak
“What’s happening Gareth?” Cassandra yelled over the noise of the arrows that kept piercing the woods. “Who are these people shooting?”“The cavalier,” Gareth held his head as one of the arrow found its mark on the ceramics on the table and shattered it. The shreds came raining down on them. “I tried to warn you but you wouldn’t listen.”“You are a fool, Gareth,” Cassandra yelled.“Yes Assandra, my foolishness has kept me alive till this day,” Gareth grunted.“It is Cassandra you, godforsaken drunkard.” The scholar yell
“Let me,” Bola emerged from the other side of the inn.Vera stepped back as the muscular man placed his hands on the door and whispered some words which she did not know.“Let’s go,” He said and trothed into the street.“What was that?” Vera asked.“Oh, I just sealed the door with a little spell. It won’t wear off until tomorrow.”“Wait.” Vera paused in her wake, she just could not manage the feeling that were jutting in her racing heart. “You are a mage?&rdquo
“This is just fruitless.” Cassandra kicked the empty air. Her shoulders were hanging low and the looks on her face portrayed the frustration that was welling up in her stomach. Bola on the other hands was biting his nails and avoiding eye contact with anyone. He hugged himself leaned on one of the white wall, still trying to assimilate the shock and the naked truth.“Does that means the prophecy is useless?” Gareth asked. His eyes shifted from Bola to Cassandra. His hands were buried on the pocket of his coat and nothing painted a picture of uneasiness around the him. Even the lines on his face was straighten out, making it difficult to read the neutral expression.“No, Gareth, it means that we have borne a prophecy that had only foretol