From the night after Harold had proven to be a tough competitor when he faced Brie, he spent all his free time in the gym, doing sit-ups, and push-ups, lifting weights, too, and jogging on the treadmill to improve his endurance.Trisha and Wilkes who hadn't told him of their plans, prepared bit by bit to follow him when he was gone for the contest without him knowing. They had highlighted certain points on the map for what they referred to as ‘emergencies’, made suggestions of possible wild creatures they could come across and ways of dealing with them through minimal effort and resources and so on. Every evening, Harold met with them, they spoke on inconsequential matters for a few hours to wane the tension that built up everyday then they all headed down to the fields at night for Harold to practice. “I strongly believe this is my night,” Harold said to the other two as they walked causally to the field two nights befo

It had been days since professor Ericson got to the human civilization nearest to Golden Lake University which was roughly some tens of kilometres away; New Cresthill, but since his arrival, he had not accomplished the reason he had stopped in such a shabby town when he could easily have moved to big cities and metropolises such as Cleethorpes, MillerVille or even Hillfar where he had grown with his aged parents before leaving them one night to a university located in the middle of an almost impenetrable woodland where he was told he will meet people like him, Werewolves.Upon driving out of the sheets after sheets of wood, trees, shrubs after a painful thirty-hour drive with little to no rest, he disposed the car which was battered to pulp next to some factory with peeling walls and wobbly infrastructure and got for himself a second-rate hotel room on one of the most notorious streets, Knife's Edge.On his first night, he slept for about fifteen ho

The moment professor Ericson took a step into the shabby house, a thick stench of poop hit his nostrils but he managed to keep a straight face as he walked on although he was internally disgusted by the lack of good hygiene.‘If this was where Francis lived’, he thought, ‘then the contest did far worse than mouths could say’.As he walked through a small passage with walls that had large holes burrowed into them, a few lizards ran into them to hide because they viewed him as a predator and for a second, professor Ericson thought Francis fed on them. He quickly took his mind off it, though, for his mental state and brooded on how Francis was back then in 1989; Long, blonde, curly hair, perfectly neat set of clothes changed everyday—coupled with a blameless hygiene which his snowy teeth were a testimony of, although with a small frame, an intimidating aura that brought the biggest bullies to their knees. Francis had a brigh

Penelope was the first to get out of the limousine that had transported them from the auditorium to the school's gate. When she was out, Derek who was quite confident of himself retrieving the orb and making enchanters like him proud stepped out, too, and lastly, Harold Girard, who had an expressionless look on his face exited the limousine. The three of them looked all around the intimidating green trees that could make the tallest of giants look like a midget. They were so absorbed in the experience that had started whether they were prepared or not to the extent that they weren't aware of the limousine steering its way back to the school until it was long gone. So far for Harold, though, things were going as professor Ericson had predicted. Penelope brought two guns; a very small-sized pistol and an hunting rifle that was slung over her shoulder. She had a a lot of cartridge in her bag, too, and barely brought any meals. D

Professor Ericson woke up with a gentle hammer that persisted at a soft and timely rhythm. He looked all around with his blurry vision, trying to remember where he was when the whiff of poop whacked his nostrils again and immediately, he remembered all that had happened.In short, he had visited Francis for help and had been drugged to sleep. Thankfully, it wasn't poison.Professor Ericson sniffed out the nasty foul from his nostrils as his eyes cleared even more, showing him the walls with peeling colour and white ceiling that had turned creamy with swipes here and there of grime that had accumulated over years. His sense of touch came back to him and he felt the heated and very uncomfortable surface he was on. Gradually, he sat up and he remembered it as the cushion he sat on before he fainted. No wonder it was uncomfortable and extremely hurt.A throat cleared and spoke up, “I was wondering when you