The third guard charged, bringing his sword from the left angle, and aiming for Ginika’s belly. Ginika jumped back and spanned to the right, just in time to get away from the fourth guard, who had sliced his sword horizontally.
He didn’t wait for them to recover from the surprise, which covered their face as a result of his speed. Instead, he jammed the free end of his staff into the rib of the fourth guard, just where his armor was loosed.
The man let out a yell, before his body had crushed to the ground.
Pain flooded Ginika from his right thigh as the sharp end of the third guard’s sword sliced them. Regardless of the pain, he could not stop and get caught.
The selection of Vesslers still continues. From this point in the balcony, they could still see the children as they meander on both sides of the street until they were lost somewhere in the distance.It’s been about forty years now, yet she still remembers how they had picked her; she could still see the wall of the white wall. All the trainings, the battles, the killings… She always could not forget those as if they just happen recently. “Do you ever think life would have been different?” Balak asked as he gave her dark glare, but ironed his expression with a small frown. Vera frowned, confused about what he wanted to say, “What do you mean?” She asked.
“Don’t joke around!” Balak yelled as he held the rail and stared out into the city. The way he clinched the rail was a testimony to the anger that was boiling inside of him.Vera did not waver at this and continued softly, “He is perfect Bal, you are just blinded by his statues.” For her, Balak was currently acting just like the rest, and though she did not like it, she also could not blame him. “Blinded?” Balak let out a small laugh, “If anyone is blinded, then I think it’s you. You are the one who is still letting the events of the past cloud your judgment,” He said sarcastically due to his anger. But deep down, he regrets it, and just she needed to understand that she was not thinking straight.
But why was she feeling like this? This goes against everything the Watchers stands for. It goes against their principle. The first law of order prohibited emotion. Emotion was a weakness which they were not meant to have. She had trained herself over the years to grow stone cold. But why now? Vera bit her lips and wiped the tears again, just as her eyes went back to the door where Ginika was sleeping. *** Ginika blinked weakly as his blue eyes traveled t
“No, of course not,” Her voice cracked as she straightened her red leather hood.Ginika did not buy it, but he did not insist on asking. People have the right to keep their own secrets. “Okay,” Gini said with a nod before he returned to his food, “I was just curious, though.” He took another bite, noting the tingling feeling that each savor sent to his brain, “Because, in this my little life, I have been around some elites. They don’t do something unless it profits them.”“I just want to see you have a better life,” Vera said and sat beside him on the small bed.
“What?” Ginika shook his head before he yelled, “Anybody but Balak, please!”Vera stood up. She looked at him encouragingly and said, “He is the only one I trust to show you the way of a swordsman. He is the best as well.”“Please! Find another person you trust. Balak is not an option. That man hates me as if I killed his pet!” Ginika begged. He has a feeling that he will be punching bag by the grumpy old man by just doing nothing. “There is no one else, boy.” Vera chuckled and arranged the tray. It was funny that the way Ginika complained was like a younger version of Balak.
“But officer—” Vera wanted to say, but the man would not hear.“Take it off now!” He shouted. His words, this time, brought eyes to their direction. Because of this, the other officer who was attending to the people lifted his head from the piece of paper he was holding. He considered Vera for a while but returned to his work as if confident that his fellow officer would handle the matter properly.Ginika swallowed under the velvet cloth, bending his head down on his shoulders in order to retain his identity. He could feel his heart thumpin
On another part of the ship… They followed the women through the dark alleyway and walked into a small room, which was no bigger than a horse stable. The room was empty, and a small candle stood on a lampstand, giving a dim radiance to the darkness which hung on every corner of the wall. There was no window either, and the place smelled like the scale of decaying stock fishes, packed in a bag and left to float over a damp soil. When Bisi saw this, she could not help but snort and hugged herself as she reluctantly walked in and stood beside the wall in the penumbra region, studying the women at the entrance.
“No!” Victoria shouted in anger as the slurry dripped down from her cheeks. She then glared at Prisca with all her remaining strength. Bisi chuckled despite feeling pity for the other girls. She could remember doing something similar to Ginika, back in the village. Even though this was a bit to the extreme, she couldn’t help the laughter that was building inside her. She just could not stop laughing. It was always fun to see the strong dominate the weak. ‘Am I getting sick and twisted?’ She thought to herself curiously. “Will you stay here and laugh all day?” Olivia suddenly asked while looking at her