“That’s my condition. I’ll help you find the cure if you take me to Nhraim safely.”Chastine wanted to get to the open city of Nhraim.Like Juste, she also wanted freedom for her life.Sold off from the bankrupt orphanage at 5, she was enslaved by many masters since.She was taken cared of by them, even letting her learn their occupations.But for her, being an enslaved human in an open city has apparently more perks than that of a slave in other human cities.She can roam around the town without being imprisoned in the four corners of a roomShe can buy the things she wants.She can live an independent life without following others’ command at will.Going to Nhraim was somewhat her ticket to her lifelong dream.“Why Nhraim?” Juste grew inquisitive of her goal.“I’ve read it in books. Nhraim is the ideal place for those who want freedom.” Her eyes glimmered as she describes to Juste how awesome the open city is, to her opinion. “You can also live there if you want.”But Juste was dism
Night had come, and everything looked normal in the village. The sights and sounds of night life had added up to the already lively atmosphere of the inn's ground floor. There were toasts of ale, giggles, and intimate chatter down that inn. Travelers must have come from all corners of Dianium to that place of respite, exchanging tales of their adventure and knowledge. Though this was the case, Chastine, who was still fast asleep, looked as if she had been uncomfy in her sleep. It was not her cramped position nor the noise down their room. Something else had disturbed her restful slumber. Chastine was having a nightmare. She dreamt of being submerged in water, as if she was drowning without a chance to swim up to the surface for air. In her nightmare, something was pulling her down that was stopping her to breathe in ease. Moments later, just as when she felt she was running out of air, Chastine’s mind had become aware that she was in a dream state. She regained consciousness,
“W-why are they attacking me?” she asked Juste what was going on.“Didn’t you forget?” Juste was catching his breath. “Don’t put your guard down.”“H-have t-they found out?” Chastine was fumbling with words.“Yes, ah!” Juste let out a sharp cry as he pulled out a dart from his right thigh. He was hit before he even came for Chastine.“Juste!” Chastine was frightened for his life.“I’ll be fine. Poison don’t really work well against me.” Vigilantly panting, he continued, “they must’ve sensed the shadowcasting presence from before.”“H-how?”“Beats me. You should know co'z you’re a witborn, ah!” Juste winced from his other wound, a small shrapnel embedded in his left shoulder blade. He removed it, shaking and with effort.Shadowcasting is a taboo art developed by the fellhounds. It’s akin to the dark arts that bloodhunts are capable of.Chastine couldn’t figure out why they have sensed fellhound taboo arts. Someone must’ve been gifted in that village sensitive enough to sense such skill
The amused bloodhunt was staring at her. He then blurted out a laugh, “ahahahahaha! What did you just say? Free me from human thralldom?” The bloodhunt’s expression was wide with interest. Chastine, although scared, held her ground to speak clearly to the captive bloodhunt. “Yes. I can see that you are a prisoner too in this town. I can set you free, but you have to help me and my friend escape this hellhole.” “Haha, you don’t know what you’re saying young lady. If you release me now then I might bleed you dry right after my release.” “And who says I will unchain you before I make a deal with you, hmm?” She let out a confident sneer and her brows met at the middle. The bloodhunt contemplated for awhile what Chastine just said. He then revealed his current predicament to her, “I got cursed before I even came here. If you set me free from that curse, I might help you and your friend escape this town.” She got curious about the bloodhunt’s long-time problem. “What’s the curse?” “
The sun was about to rise. As a bloodhunt, it was the bane of Maxill. Though he was highly tolerant of sunlight, in the back of his mind, he seemed to regret the decision to join them as he was at risk of exposure. He knew he was half-blood, but he was aware that he wasn’t immune. Getting near the big ball of fire would be detrimental to his health. He was quite annoyed at this fact. He felt it was very restricting for his lifestyle of wandering alone. He cannot shapeshift and fly at midday. Thankfully, Juste and Chastine decided to travel through the woods. The thickets can serve as cover for his skin. Still, the excursion was posing such a challenge for Maxill. Rays have passed through the holes of the foliage over them. Maxill was wearing a black long-sleeved cloak, the typical go-to color of bloodhunts. It looked medieval, but it fitted his features. Adjusting his cloak, he half-joked to Chastine, “D*mn, I should have gotten a mask at least before we left the village.” Ch
“I consider b*tts*x as a special kind of love making.” He stared into space and smiled sweetly as he reminisce one of his s*xual exploits in the distant past. Maxill then glanced at Juste. Juste’s eye twitched and he had goosebumps. Maxill then expressed annoyance towards Juste. His almond eyes turned into slits and his lips were widened but had no curves. “Idiot. Just so you know fellhound, you’re not my type. Hmph!” He made it clear to Juste that he had zero interest in him. He then glanced at Chastine. Chastine became confused at Maxill’s stare. “Ahahaha! That’s why I like you, Chas. You’re amusing to watch.” Maxill also clarified something to Chastine, “don’t count on it, Chas. Like I said, I prefer a man for a lover.” He was referring to liking her for her quirks and personality. Chastine still couldn’t believe that Maxill prefers guys. Her pride was somewhat shattered because all this time she was being played at instead of her dominating the scheming. She didn’t know if
“The city’s called Makina City,” Juste was squinting his eyes while shielding them with his hand against the sunlight. It was not his strongest suit, but compared to the witborn and the bloodhunt, he had the keenest eye among them. There was a train track that leads to the city. It was probably the only way for them to get inside. But because of the strict guarding at the entrance of the station—being it a witborn only city, they needed to find another way to break inside that big town. “We need to find a another way inside,” Maxill sighed and expressed his concern. “Chastine, any ideas?” Juste asked Chastine as she was the witborn amongst them. Chastine had been thinking whether her idea would be a good one. She couldn’t think of anything else, so she spilled her not-so-good idea to Juste and Maxill. “I don’t think you’re up for it, but the only way besides that train is underground: the sewer.” Maxill looked with disgust, while Juste didn’t mind getting drenched in sludge.
Chastine’s jaw dropped in shock. Will we be found out? This thought immediately lingered in her mind. It was fortunate that even though Maxill hated sunlight, he chose to perch up above them. The local wasn’t able to see him at all. Maxill, being a black bat, hid in the shadows in the little alleyway they had just emerged into. Meanwhile, Juste was also spotted so he remained a wolf. He started scratching his body with his hind leg and then came sniffing Chastine while wagging his tail, making an impression that he was Chastine’s dog. “Wow, is that your dog?” the local began the conversation with her. Being quick witted that she was, she responded, “why, yes, yes! This is my dog, Juste.” She happily smiled back at the Makinarian and patted Juste at the head. Juste barked happily. “Is it an aggressive one?” “Uhm, no, no! He’s a friendly dog ahehe!” Juste then came sniffing the local on the foot. “Arf, arf!” Juste played along with Chastine’s plan. He was wiggling his tail aft