Lahat ng Kabanata ng Days of the living Darkness: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

At the deep of night - Slavers task drew silent, the only sound heard were the lashes coming from a cottage in the north section of the town. In the cold, dank, empty room, Elroy let out a squeal to every whiplash tearing out his flesh. Not much he could do even if he wanted to, his hands were shackled together which hung from the ceiling, Elroy had endured the torture for five months; the first three months were hell, he cried his eyes out, begging as the whip lashed life from him - the only thing keeping him sane was the thought of killing Orlanda Ramsey; he took each pain as a training to kill his emotions. "I can see the whips have gotten used to you," Rose spoke with a heavy breath then tosses the whip aside. "That's good," she walks up front to Elroy, "now we can move on to phase five." Rose punched Elroy several times, it was a different torment entirely, each blow to his face took his breath - sending cold chills to his throat, he couldn't scream or cry out neither could he

The eastern wind braces its strong apparel on an evergreen cliff, seated by the steep flat edge was twenty-one year old Elroy, admiring the large Southern kingdom, Sofixt; Separated from the bottom of the cliff by a lake. It has been three years since his rescue from Slavers task, it took some months to recover his shape and mental alertness - Aria made sure of that, always interested in Elroy, most especially taking care of him yet Elroy didn't mind her one bit, his aim was clear; hone his skills, become more experienced, track Orlanda Ramsey down and put the souls of Linda and Luna to rest. And how far he was already, being a new member of the Morning star didn't stop Elroy, he had taken down several men in the main Southern lands and mid-southern lands that ruled in wickedness and enslaved others. The highest feat he accomplished so far was taking down a terrible bandit gang that terrorised the main Southern lands, earning him the name 'Shadow of Ruins' for he was swift and his re

It was a pitch black hour in the waste lands, the gates into Goru Sein's town was wide open, manned by four guards; within the inner section of the town, other guards patrolled about holding torches. At an instant, four figures clothed in brown hooded cloak overpowered the four guards at the gate from behind then slit their throats before dragging them to the corners of the creaking wooden wall of the town. They continued into the town welding bows, followed behind them were the elite team of the Morning Star - Taven, Elroy, Malachite, Aria and Jacob, their hoods party veiled. "Stand guard and plan our escape Aria, in case things go sideways." Taven proposes. "Don't slack on us if it comes to that." Elroy added "Sure love," Aria assured with a wink. "Don't push your luck miss." Jacob interrupted. Taven hurried into the town alongside Elroy, Malachite and Jacob. As they trended through the main streets of the town, the bodies of the town guards laid in hidden corners with arrows p

Kingdom of Riana Reign of King Orrick Levia In the cool of the evening King Orrick, a stunning pale, sturdy, middle aged man with long brown hair and short beards; rode alongside a tall, brown skin Riana Sri through a dense forest. The Sri was muscly just like King Orrick but he had a crew cut with no beards. They rode for a while then halted their horses when they came to an open land of white sand and a blue Ocean stretching as far as the eyes could see. “This is amazing Jerrod,” King Orrick marveled at the beauty of the land. “I knew you would love it,” Jerrod spoke with a profuse voice, “what comes to your mind?” “The beauty of the pure sand,” he dismounts his armored horse, “the splendor and serenity of the Deep and its presence.” He takes a deep breath, “magnificent.” Dismounting his horse Jerrod gave a scrawny smile, “A pleasant sight my Lord, I was thinking of a harbour instead.” “Wow” he turns over to Jerrod. “Jerrod you bastard, that’s amazing, I know a member of the R

Kingdom of Riana Riana Castle compound “Lord-father.” Prince Richard yells out as he approaches the balcony, were King Eric was seated. “What’s with the foul mood Prince Richard?” King Eric asked calmly. “Michael and Thomas are dead.” King Eric laughed out then looks back at Prince Richard who was furiously glaring at him. “Why is this funny Lord-father?” “I know an occult group was responsible for Jerrod’s death, acceptable, you can’t just walk up to me and tell me two well-known Sri are dead.” “I wish it were a silly joke father, their bodies were seen floating in the brook at the farmlands.” “What was the report?” “They have been dead for a long time; Michael was poisoned while Thomas was poisoned and gutted. It has been concluded that someone close to them was involved, their families have been taken into custody.” “Very good my son.” "I see a pattern here father,” Prince Richard walks over to the balustrade, “Sir Jerrod, the massacre, the occult group; now Thomas and