Bola dropped the mug as the taste of the wine went down his throat. The liquor was strong, and it was the finest wine he could ever have asked for. He could hardly tell what it was made from, or mixed with, and the taste was just amazing. Nevertheless, he could not waste the opportunity to savor it.
That was the only that he could do to not get his mind back to the children that he was supposed to save.
Ginika was gone, and Dodo, well, that girl is more of a headache, than someone who should be saved.
He couldn’t believe that she had pulled off with her plan, despite his warnings and threats. In fact, Bola had expected the Vesslers to reject her, but that girl seemed to know about
“I will be back,” He said to the bartender before Bola gulped the last wine. He then dropped an emperor’s bronze on the table, but the waitress was not looking when she picked up the money.Bola hurried towards the front door. The breeze of the night welcomed his face when he stepped out of the pub. The street was going dim from the shops which were already closing. He turned his head to the right, and there he caught a glimpse of the five men as they rounded another corner, away from the street.Adrenaline hurried Bola’s feet as he trotted towards the direction. His heart was thumping, and he could feel every part of his cell, asking him the one question he could n
“Burn.” He said suddenly. The words were out of his mouth before he could even pause to think them through. And he regretted it. Still, there was no room to cry over spilled milk. Lives were at stake. Something flowed from his upper shoulders to his arms. It graved his fingertips, making his hands shake, and as he watched, a fireball shot out from his hands and fell upon the shadow whose blade was just a few inches from Gareth’s neck.
“You are a mage, right?” The woman screamed, but Bola tried not to pay attention. “That means you are a Drudge.”Bola paused. Of course, she knew he was a Drudge. How could she have possibly known that he was a mage? The three Kingdoms, also known as the Drudge, are the only ones who in history have men that are mage or seers or seekers. But all that had changed ever since the emperor broke them and turned them to slave, killing anyone who had the power in them.“What do you know about the Drudge?” Bola turned to meet her. She ambled towards him, with low
“So this, Landevia, how far is it?” Gareth asked as they walked down the sandy path. He was like a kid who was curious and everything. Bola remembered the people from the inn calling Gareth naïve, and now he realized that it was the truth. But the scholar’s pink lips shifted to the other side of her mouth. She did not save him any attention, not the least. Her eyes kept on the path as if something might jump out of it and cease them. Bola couldn’t help the thought, but the woman’s behavior reminded him of everything the mages were taught not to do. ‘Be prepared at all times, but never fear the unknown.’ Jinta’s voice seemed to ram in his head
The way Gareth studied the village, it was if he would pounce on Bola if danger hit. It seemed it felt so strange even for him to make him shut up. “The place looks clean,” Casandra said. She was standing on one of the windows now, looking into the room.“How then could they have evacuated so fast?” Bola asked. He still cannot understand what was going on.“I don’t think they evacuated,” Cassandra whispered. She was leaning over the door of one of the houses. She signaled them to come forward.“I think they are having some kind of close door meetings or something,” Cassandra concluded thoughtfully when Bola and Gareth came towards her. There were silent words emanating from the door. It was so silent that it could have gone unnoticed. Bola eased his hands away from his porch. It was a good thing to know that they were not in any danger.“Let’s look around the house and see if we can find a window,” Gareth whispered. The cloak of fear no longer held him captive. He was back to his nor
“I can smell the aroma of your-” The vampire halted its words, before its lips parted widely with what happens to be a smile. “It’s been long since I had the blood of a mage.”“Are you…” Bola beat the hands slightly as if begging the vampire to allow him some last words.“What?” The man asked as he loosened his grip. He was cautious at this time. “Are you smiling?” Bola asked, and t
Sweet aroma of chicken and beef lurked on the evening air, keeping down the tension that was written on the faces of the men who sat on the table with their hands on their cheeks.They had long passed their thirties, and the light of the chandelier that beamed down on their squeezed faces was evident to the fact that life has not been treating them fairly. These were the political bodies of the Ekron, the people who make the law and break the same law they enacted. If money could buy happiness, then these men should be smiling by now. Most top buildings and investment in Ekron belong to some of them, and they were the moving power, the force behind the plow.
“Here,” She said and dropped them in front of the men who were still trying to conceal their anger beneath the calm expression.“What is this?” Lim asked as his eyes went from the white paper to Zita.“That,” Zita pointed, “Is a record of all the transaction that has been carried out since my father ascended the throne.”“Impossible” The Queen sat up, her eyes were burning with life now. “The treasurer said it was consumed by the fire that hit the castle some years back.” She stated with confusion. &