“Extra, extra!” a newsboy cried. “The Black Sun conquered Eagle’s Nest. No actions made by the big shots.” I groaned on my bed after hearing another awful news from the window. I got up and headed for the balcony to check what was happening on the streets. It had been eight days I stayed in my apartment, only to come out to wash my clothes at the laundry shop; that was enough for me to stretch my legs. Things had never been the same ever since we got back.
It was nine days ago. After the raiders scattered in retreat while leaving their wounded behind, I was lying on the ground, exhausting all my rage and adrenaline rush from pummeling them left and right. My friends rushed toward me, overjoyed to see me alive. Then they chastised me for recklessly attacking the raiders alone.
As the whole caravan began recuperating, Commander Raja ordered all the newcomers to gather in one area to rest for the day while everyone worked. We were happy that the commander sympathized with us. Many were still traumatized and exhausted after that terrible ordeal.
From time to time, people came by to congratulate me for single-handedly ending the battle. Whenever someone asked me to join their guild, I motioned Wilt to answer on my behalf. I was afraid they might bully me if I refused them. Just as expected, when Wilt told them that I was part of his party, about a third of them walked away with frowned faces. We were worried there, but we were glad Wilt told us to stick together until we were back home.
Eventually, the healing braves began tending the wounded, including twelve injured behemoths. I was saddened that three had perished. The Jormungands had to bury them under the sand. It seemed that death only applied to the creatures of this world.
Brock’s broken right hand got fixed, much to his relief. None of us spoke up about his metal left arm. Our attention was focused on consoling Sally. She was still grieving over Travis’s demise. I didn’t know the depth of their relationship, but her sorrow was like mourning for the dead. I understood that Travis never actually died but returned to Earth with no memories of his brief moment in this world. However, I couldn’t help but shudder, thinking that recall might be the same as death.
I shook my head and looked away, distracting my thoughts elsewhere. I observed a group of hired ones arguing over a nice-looking rapier among the weapons and loots scattered throughout the battleground. Too bad we couldn’t participate while they went around grabbing the good ones. Nearby, people were piling all the cargoes stripped from the dead behemoths. We were going to carry them on our backs and shoulders all the way home. I smiled inside my head since I had super-strength. I hadn’t yet told my friends that I was Hercules’s Brave; I would tell them once we established our guild.
Turning to my left, about fifty yards away, the Jormungands rounded up the prisoners. I remembered gossip circulating in the caravan that they were from the farthest north. It was strange that they came all the way here together under one banner, numbering about twenty-nine raider groups. We lost seventy-four braves while capturing one hundred fourteen of them. The rest were either recalled or fled.
Moments later, Commander Raja and his officers arrived. The prisoners’ faces turned away from their wrathful glares. Well, the Jormungands had the right to be furious at them for trying to rob their caravan, and also for the loss of their personnel and three behemoths.
It was a short interrogation, and the Jormungand officers were leaping backward in shock. Most of them collapsed on their feet. I was perplexed at first. Soon, words began to spread throughout the caravan with a growing grim atmosphere.
“The Blood Eagles are marching out of the continent!” someone cried.
“The Blood Eagle Guild?” I gasped. They were the second most powerful guild in this world, controlling vast territories in the continent of New Beginning. The reason why the whole caravan was so shocked was that the Blood Eagles were marching north toward Everlasting End, a mysterious land on the opposite side of this world. Those who had been living here knew why they were going there. They were heading for the finish line.
“That means they’re going to challenge the G-8,” people nearby began talking. I kept my ears open to listen.
“Do you think they have a chance?”
“Possibly, we haven’t heard any news from the G-8 for a long time, plus the Eagles got five thousand members and a fleet of landships on their side.”
“Dang, they must’ve steamrolled anyone standing in their way.”
“That explained everything. No wonder all the Northern raiders fled here.”
“But what would happen to us once they cross the finish line?” someone asked a millennia-old question.
“That’s a good question,” I muttered.
Until now, no one had been able to predict what would happen when the Game of Heavens and Earth ended. Not even the gods provided that answer. All we got were speculations and hypotheses: some said we would probably return to Earth; others said we might disappear along with this world; everyone was hoping they could continue their lives here forever. Now I understood why the G-8 protected the finish line, but why would the Blood Eagle do this? Why would they undermine the lives of all the people in this world?
“Wait,” someone stated. “If the Eagles are heading for the finish line, that means all of their lands are —”
“Emptied.” That word echoed throughout the caravan. The grim atmosphere grew heavier and heavier. This was what Wilt had warned us. A war was about to break, and people were going to get recalled from fighting over the Blood Eagle’s territories.
In an instant, Commander Raja ordered everyone to resume our journey back to the Great Blue Zone. With fewer breaks, little sleep, and several complaints from those exhausted from the forced march, we made it home in just one day. What welcomed us was silence and emptied streets. News about the Blood Eagles’ departure had reached the city.
It wasn’t long for the Jormungands to set up their booths and began paying the hired ones. I earned over two thousand chaffs for capturing several dozen of them. I donated about one-fourth to my party for our flag’s funds. Once we received our pay, Commander Raja told everyone to stay inside our homes, just in case a war might happen.
After four days of waiting, nothing ever happened. It took another four days for the streets and businesses to start bustling again.
When the first outside news came, newspapers were sold out like hot cakes throughout the city, though modern kids like myself checked the internet for confirmation. I was astounded that many guilds had taken most of the Blood Eagle’s territories without a single spark of war and a loss of life. There were some clashes, but tensions hadn’t yet died down, especially the news about the Black Sun conquering a territory, which was very alarming. Because of this series of events, the media dubbed it, The Red Flight Crisis.
Today, as I stood on the balcony, not a single look of relief was found on people’s faces on the street, only anxious and unsettling. The feeling was mutual.
There was a knock on the door, snapping my thoughts back to reality.
“It’s us, Sam,” Katie’s distinctive voice said aloud from the door. “Open up.”
The whole gang was here. My phone had received their messages that they were coming. Now that everything was back to normal, we were going to have a celebratory lunch for completing our first high-class quest. I held my breath and opened the door, just slightly enough for my head to stick out. “Hey,” Wilt greeted. “Hey,” I replied. After a brief pause, he said, “May we come in?” “Um, yeah, sure.” I swung the door wide open. Upon entering, they were astonished to see mounds of gift baskets and letters all over my apartment. After we got back home, I’d been getting invites and gifts from different guilds for eight straight days. That was why I was a bit embarrassed about letting them in. Li was staring at the basket of chocolates on top of my desk. “Go ahead,” I told him. “Help yourselves.” “Thank you.” He bowed before making a dash toward the chocolates. “Don’t mind if I do.” Brock followed behind, so was
By nighttime, we arrived at the Party King’s castle. The girls wore knee-length dresses, blue for Katie and white for Alex, though Katie tied her bushy hair into a bun. Wilt, Brock, and I sported coats and jeans while Li added a longer robe to his attire. According to the locals, Rad’s parties were the best of the best ever since the Boston Tea Party’s founding. Due to the power of Dionysus, he and his guild were in charge of every event in the city, including Christmas, giving them tremendous influence in the Great Blue Zone. From sundown to sunrise, “It’s a little paradise here in this world,” they said, and people would pay gold to get into one. Since our invitation was free, this was a better choice to celebrate completing our first high-class quest instead of eating in a pricey Chinese restaurant. We went to a Victorian-era department store this afternoon, finding a perfect outfit for each of us. The place had almost every piece of clothing from different timeli
“That was quite a show when you messed with those raiders,” Rad exclaimed. “I like the part where that truck rammed you — BOOM! Then, like Superman, you lifted the darn thing in the air and — SMASH!” he laughed hysterically. “The best part is — no one got recalled.” “Wait a minute, how did you know all this?” Wilt inquired. “You weren’t there when that happened.” Our leader was right. We all nodded to agree. “What are you talking about?” Rad asked. “It’s all trending on Viewcom. It got over ten thousand views.” A confused look crossed each of our faces. “Viewcom? The greatest thing on the internet since Quest. And the internet itself.” “My liege,” one of the girls reminded him, “these are newcomers.” “She’s right,” the other said. “Viewcom is only a week old. They haven’t yet been informed.” The Party King’s eyes widened before bursting into laughter, “Ah, silly me. That Chernobyl cocktail earlier ga
It had never crossed my mind that I would ever meet this girl again. On that first night, I was mesmerized when I first saw her soaring in front of the full moon. A teacher I once knew had said that we, boys, would sometimes do stupid things for a girl. I, for one, ran an entire section of a castle wall just to check her out. She was even more beautiful at a close distance; crystal-blue eyes, a heart-shaped face, and red freckles on cheeks resembled autumn leaves. Now that I got one last glimpse of her, it was time to leave. I did understand why my heart right now was hammering like crazy, but for me to go and talk to her was impossible for two reasons. One, I had zero experience in making the first move to woo a girl; I even stuttered when I got nervous. Two, by the looks from her sad eyes staring at the moons, something must’ve happened that made her unhappy. Deciding to leave her alone, I tiptoed my way back toward the entrance. “Hello.” As I whirled aroun
“Out of this city,” Marseille said. “Out there. See the world. Go on adventures.” I lost a word for a moment there. “W-w-what makes you say that?” She chuckled, “You didn’t come out here just to get some fresh air.” My cheeks pinked to my embarrassment, then reddened when she flew close to me again. “Call it a woman’s intuition, but I think you and I are pretty much alike.” “Alike? H-how?” Marseille jumped back on the merlon, gazing at the city again. “Here we are, standing alone in the middle of the night, looking beyond this city, beyond those mountains, wondering what’s out there.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Sure, there are many dangers in the Yellow Zone, but there are other Blue Zones and wonderful places as well. Sometimes I wish I could go out there and visit them all.” “And leave all your problems behind,” I agreed with a sigh. She nodded. “But something weighing us down that we couldn’t.” I knew the a
There was no point in lying to my friends anymore. “Yeah, but I never told anyone about it,” I admitted. “Who’s Hercules?” the Shaolin asked. “I’ll tell you about it when we get home,” Wilt replied before turning his attention to their leader. “You must be a Jormungand commander.” “What makes you think that, newbie?” Wilt turned his glare toward Del Rio. “We’ve already acquainted with the lieutenant during their last caravan run. And this guy —” He then turned to the biggest person in their group, a towering Indian, about a head taller than Li, wearing formal clothes from his homeland. “I’ve heard some gossip here that you’re famous. Captain Madhur, I presumed?” The towering captain bowed to greet our leader out of courtesy. “So seeing you leading this group with a ranked captain like him,” Wilt continued explaining. “I’d say that makes you their superior officer. And the way you stand there like a posh with an English accent and fancy
It was late in the morning. There was a knock on my door. “Sam, sweetie, it’s us,” Katie said in a motherly tone. “Please open the door.” “Go away.” I was sobbing on my bed, curling up like a cooked shrimp while wrapping myself in my blanket. I heard Li’s voice said that they thought I might be okay in the morning, but last night was beyond embarrassing; I couldn’t bear to go out in public again. I was hoping to wait out inside my apartment for weeks until everyone forgot the whole thing. “Come on, Sam,” Katie exclaimed. “We all know that was a fruit punch spilled in your pants.” “That wasn’t pee?” Brock said. There was a brief pause before Katie threw him a flurry of scolding words. “Sam, open up.” Wilt banged the door. “Please, I don’t want to talk right now!” They didn’t leave, and they’ve been hounding for twenty minutes. Sounding impatient, Wilt ordered, “Brock, break the door.” “If you say so,” he agreed in a sing
Along the road, starstruck eyes followed us from the sidewalks and from the vehicles that got close. Zeki pressed a remote, which automatically shut all the window curtains. It was strange that a modern feature was included in a unicorn-drawn carriage. It might be one of the Party King’s eccentricities. “Sorry,” Zeki apologized. “It’s not every day that my king gets to go out in public. Unless they’re holidays.” “What can I say? I am a celebrity.” Rad relaxed on his cushion. “No one can throw parties better than me, the Party King.” He sat beside Zeki with Shandao and Shaozong. Each of them sat beside the doors with their arms crossed and their faces scowled. We were on the opposite side with a table at the center, with snacks and drinks on top. Our cushion was large enough to fit six people. Perhaps seven since Li was twice the size of a regular teenager. “I heard that Wilt’s a sword brave,” Alex asked. “Care to elaborate?” “You should ask him yourse