The Maleficent Air Tournament was a wyvern lover's paradise on Earth, held over a span of three or four days, in an island in the middle of the Wildlands territory south of the City State of Bali. It boasts its own private Portal Terminal, a resort town, the Tournament grounds, and of course, its own Border System. Public access is allowed for the resort and the terminal, but the grounds (which actually make up about 70% of the entire island) are closed off until Tournament period. Being a Tournament open to all three races and thus gaining attention from all levels of society, the competition among the participants is fierce. However, their hot-blooded drive to dominate in a show like this pales to nothing compared to the energy generated by the fans and enthusiasts in the betting hall. For the next few days, staggering amounts of money and assets will be changing hands, making or breaking the fortunes of the people involved. Since his father is the Tournament's sole proprietor, Co
It happened so suddenly that if Colin and Honey were even half a second slower, Zafir would be dead by now.
"Alisa?" Bea asked, alarmed at the expression on my face. "What's wrong?""Are you alright? I'll call someone to clean the broken glass--"Aisha stood up and moved towards the intercom, but I grabbed her wrist."No! Call the Guard! It's an emergency!""What? What are you talking about?""The Anomaly Guard! There's a Breach right above the island and the Anomalies are coming--""What do you mean, Anomalies?" Aisha asked."That's impossible, Ali. There's no Fault Line anywhere near here--""It's a new Breach! I felt it, it's right above the island--" I pointed behind me, to the east. "--just above Colin's route, and there are dozens of them. I'm not kidding around, Aisha--call the Guard NOW!"Eyes wide at my outburst, Aisha dialed the AG hotline on her holo screen. I could understand her surprise. I rarely raised my voice at anyone. But when I do
“Perhaps. Or perhaps not,” Madam Josefa said calmly. She poured herself a glass of sparkly green wine, plucked a sliced lemon from the fruit platter, and plopped it into her drink. I am amazed at how unaffected she appeared, considering the turmoil of emotions beneath this facade. She obviously had years of practice pretending to be okay when things were not. “If things were completely hopeless, I wouldn’t have asked you that question earlier.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I answered, maybe a bit defensively.
“Is this for real?” Zafir d’Or asked, staring at the announcement on his holo screen. “A Breach, despite having a Border and being miles away from the nearest Fault Line? Or maybe I’m imagining things since I did get hit pretty hard.”“Unfortunately, you’re not hallucinating,” Colin answered as Honey landed on the grass beside him. Both racers had decided to look for a suitable landing area so they could catch their breath, seeing as the race had been suspended anyway. They found a small clearing that looked ordinary and harmless enough. &ldq
Aisha had once told him that he was a closet adrenaline-junkie. Colin had argued that there was no such thing, therefore, he couldn’t possibly be one. Alisa had asked what Aisha had meant by that, and she explained, “You know how Colin looks so proper, and everyone thinks that we’re a bad influence coz we get him into trouble all the time? That’s coz he never initiates doing the fun stuff, but once he gets into it, he jumps in with both feet, eyes closed, and totally owns it. It’s so goddamn annoying.”He had insisted at that time that it wasn’t true, but they didn’t believe him. “Oh yeah? Then what
“Core,” Colin said, his face tight with pain. Zafir frowned, not understanding the prince’s order. Colin was still too hurt to speak in full sentences. He would cough up blood and lose his breath after every fourth word or so. Still, he tried. “Bring me—core—I need—” cough, blood, gasp “—see, I’ll fix…core—”“How will you fix it? You can barely even bre
“I told you this would happen!” I yelled. “I told you this was a terrible idea—” I ducked as an outstretched claw flew past, barely a foot away from my face. The Anomaly that it belonged to looked like a cross between a black chicken and a lizard, its feathers glinting in the light as if they were scales, squawking angrily as its prize (my head) evaded it for the second time in as many minutes.“Stop scream
We flew for a few minutes in relative silence. Jester got regular updates from the three agents that Madam Josefa had ordered to accompany us every minute or so. One flew ahead, while the other two were behind us, eliminating as many Anomalies as they could to clear our way. I gave them a heads-up whenever I sensed Anomalies that were too close or moved too fast for my peace of mind. They found that really impressive, and one of them—a guy they called Kaye, a talkative, friendly type—jokingly said that if he could trade Gifts with me (he can apparently make his hair glow in the dark), it would be his ticket to Anom