Reed found a better shelter and gathered food and water. Things did not go as planned, but heaven was on his side- leading him to see five of his men lost in the vast land. It was difficult leaving the Prince behind, but it proved fruitful. He had more people to help him protect the young Braddock. If this person stays alive, he can return home with his head high. But after the death of the Prince's special servant, the honour due him seemed to dwindle. "Your Highness, I brought fruits. Please manage them until I figure a way out." Reed went on his knees to present what he had found. For one man, it should be enough berries. Julius was in a sour mood. All the anger inside him mutated into something else after spending two hours alone with his thoughts and the unseen voices. "Sir..." "Take that thing away. Bring back my servant. Only then will I be satisfied," Julius said. Reed lowered his eyes remorsefully as he gathered the drive to repeat what he had stated earlier and more. "Th
The small cave brightened gradually as fire swallowed the twigs the omega gathered. "Hahh." Arlen whimpered, moping about the pain in his neck. " WHAT?!" He yelled at the man sitting across the flame, staring at him with an angry frown. Luca looked away, but only for a second. How could he not stare? This person could have let him suffer there yet chose to save him. Arlen continues to grumble. He had used up a lot of energy and could hardly keep a spell up. Unfortunately, there were no spirits to utilise in their hiding spot. What else to do but lean against the cave walls and try to regain a little strength? On the other side, Luca was bleeding out. He shoves the pain down his throat and does nothing. His ego could not bear being at this person's mercy- he had been humiliated more than he should be, carried like a cripple by a prisoner, a kid. Arlen's eyes shot open at the sound of movements. At this juncture, anything was possible; Luca might make another attempt on his life. T
Telling day from the night was close to impossible. Arlen and Luca made no count of the hours spent so far. But they had been buried underground with the beast for two days and two nights. Half the time was spent with both parties thinking the worst of each other in silence, while the other half focused on the omega spying on the alpha. Luca stayed put. He firmly believed the men outside would send for help. Arlen was not counting on it. Getting help meant him being captured again. Nevertheless, his chances of escaping this den seemed bleak without assistance. His quest for food jolts his mind to the small pouch hidden in his pocket. A smile lit up his face when he picked up Moon. Holding it brought a little comfort, yet it turns sour when he thinks back to the people who must be waiting for him...and Julius. He wondered if Julius was okay. 'He probably thinks I'm dead. *sigh* I must send him a letter if I get out of here. My Jules must be bawling his eyes out.' "There are nuts
"Cousin... Cousin!"Rufus eased his hand on a bow, lowering the weapon with the arrow pressed between two fingers. He was surrounded by the giant canopy of the forests, hunting for game in broad daylight. The catch he spotted disappeared with the wind, trampling the leaves on the dry ground. "Arlen?" Hearing his brother's voice did not make any sense. Arlen should be thousands of miles away- out of reach and sight. Rufus gazed into the distance, trying to look past the trees in his way, but all his eyes could see beyond the branches and the crooked path was the mountain view and the great river. "Cousin..." The voice resounded behind him, and he whirled around. "Arlen." Rufus drops the weapon, reaching the other in four wide leaps. Arlen wore the same outfit he had left in and looked fragile. Rufus held him carefully, afraid he might break the omega if he clung on too tight. "What are you doing here?" It was the right question. Arlen pouted. "I missed you. I miss Candor." "Im
Arlen wakes up about an hour later and panics when Luca is still knocked out. Also, there was a loud bang against the entrance of their hideout. He had no doubt it was the creature sniffing out Luca's injury. Animals such as these are like vultures; they can smell death. "Hey, Beaumont...Your Highness, wake up!" Arlen shook him several times, but he would not budge. "Hey, you can't die now; we must leave here. Damnit!" Arlen jumped back, angry and afraid. He paced the confined place, feeling tense. It is one thing to be alone and another to watch Luca die in this place. Giving someone spirit energy meant sharing a part of him. And so far, he only shared himself with Julius. But that was done with a lot of caution and practice. He is not like other mages and beastmen. Instead of transmitting light, he would be giving out darkness. It is not that he couldn't possess light- he was born with a core as red as the darkest ruby. "How do I help without polluting him? Think Arlen, think!"
First, there was darkness, something I've been used to all my life. It soothes me- it is the only home I know. But then came a blinding light followed by the thundering sound of rain, reverberating like a thousand drums being struck simultaneously. As the sound rescinded, the shrill chirps of birds followed. Then colour began to fill in like a spectrum of light. And when it was over, I saw myself. Well, a younger version of me... "Arlen, try again. You can do it." Her voice was as lively as I recalled it. I couldn't see her face, but I saw the boy she was talking to, an impatient little troublemaker who kept killing the lovely orchids in his mother's garden, burning them to a crisp with a single touch. Mother strived to teach me how to control my abilities- to save the things I wish to protect or preserve. I leaned against a wall and watched myself fail repeatedly, withering those flowers. I didn't mean to; it was just out of my control back then. The failure made me furious at
Clive waited till dawn. "Well, they didn't show up. Let's return home." He climbed up his steed and signalled his men to wrap up. He spent less time looking or waiting for Luca and the men he sent to find him. Just as he shook the reins on his horse, a loud cry came from behind. " They're coming! They are here!" Clive turned, his face contorted in a frown when he saw the soldier he instructed to look for Beaumont. "The barrier. The barrier is broken!" The second wailed as he kept sprinting. Clive's men became alarmed and took up their weapons. "What nonsense are you two spewing! Did sleeping in the forests turn you into a madman?" Clive held tightly to the reins, too annoyed to pay attention to his horse kicking its hoof into the ground to register an impending danger. Only when the men drew closer did he see the army of the dead chasing after them. "That's impossible." Clive's eyes could fall out of their sockets. His men immediately formed a circle around him, awaiting orders.
Kellet It was nightfall. The aura in King Rollo's camp was dreadful. Not only did his sons capture the men from Ingram without the primary target, but more bad news followed when Clive reported the sighting of fierce corpses coming from No-Man's-Land. It meant one thing- the barrier had been breached. The only reason they could deduce was that it came down due to Arlen Braddock's actions. If that beastman grew up there, he ought to have done it. And if it was so, that would make him as powerful as his parents. A threat indeed. Rollo sent word to the other kingdoms. There was another pressing issue- Luca Beaumont was never found. Not wanting to embark on another search, Clive said anything to get his father to declare Beaumont dead. But his younger brother, Nathan and the eldest, Jackin, opposed that assumption. "We can't just give up," Jackin said. "Send me, Father. If Luca Beaumont is alive, I will leave no stone unturned until he is found," Nathan petitioned. "I would like to