He was back at the inn.Blaize gasped softly as he found himself standing at the entrance of the inn again. It was dark, and the moon was nowhere to be found. The air was chilly with a pungent smell that seemed to irritate Blaize to the depth of his soul.He groaned while he slowly stepped inside. As he did so, he could feel the wave in the air, the antigravity around him, almost pulling him from the ground. The force of antigravity was already levitating some people, leaves, dirt, and other light materials from the ground.How did he get there? The last time he checked, he was at the healer's place, taking care of Victoria. He had eaten something there when it was nighttime and stood guard by the door. He must be dreaming then. That was the only logical explanation for what was happening to him.Blaize looked back into the streets and found them empty. The darkness spread across it like a cloak and it prevented him From seeing more ran a few feet away from him. There was no sound fro

Blaize gasped as he opened his eyes. His spirit had quickly jumped into his body, giving him that jolt he needed to wake up. It felt more like an electric current rushing through his body. It was powerful, but at the same time, like all electric shocks, it could partially immobilize him.It was quiet inside the healer's place. The fire was lit and was warming the rather Cold night for the patients. At the side of the room, Victoria still slept, unconscious and the princess was by her side. Sam was awake and was busy reading something at the side of the room. When a man coughed, he quickly looked in his direction and that was when his eyes caught that of Blaize's.He saw Blaize gazing at him, trying to move or speak but could not. Sam quickly got up and rushed towards him and when he was close enough, he touched Blaize's head with the dorsum of his palm."What is it? What's wrong?" He asked Blaize who kept looking at him. His lips could not open and it seemed like the jolt that had gi

“let's get him ready for the games.” Blaize could hear someone say as he struggled to open his eyes. The smell of incense still filled his nostrils, saturating every part of his upper nasal cavity. Blaize was not so sure he was still in his right senses. He was still concussed, after all. He was quite grateful that he could still perceive the smell of the incense. At least, he did not have to about where he was“I do not think he is ready for such a fight. Look at him, he can barely open his eyes. He looks like he could drop dead any minute now and that is not something I want.”Blaize heard another man speak. From the sound of their voices, he could tell that they were Buba. He still struggled to open his eyes though, but his vision was getting better. What fight were they talking about?“it is not up to us to say whether he is ready or not. What we were told to do is prepare him for the fight. The leader knows best. Are you questioning his choices now?” Blaize could tell the other

Blaize heard the sounds of chains dragging on the ground. The sound seemed to bring him back from the slumber he had fallen into after the fight. He was having a lot of them those days, like a routine he had developed. Part of it was because he was terribly exhausted after the fights but the Major reason was because his magic was doing its best to heal him.Depending on the severity of the wound, a mage usually spends a variable period of time asleep. That way, the body ensures that all of the body's energy is channeled into healing without being used for anything else."Oh, great. He is awake!" Blaize heard someone speak to him as he grunted slowly while trying to adjust his eyes to the room around him.He was inside some cell, dark with thick black walls. The cell walls were quite wet and the ground on which he lay was moist as well. Blaize preferred not to know what had wet the ground. As he raised himself up, he turned to the direction where the voice had spoken from. There, he sa

"You know I cannot do that. I cannot train your children and I will not." Blaize said the leader who just laughed at him. The leader cracked his knuckles and shot a glare at Blaize."You do not understand. This is not about what you want or do not want. This is about what will keep you alive. You want to survive, don't you? Then You need to serve me." He stated but Blaize scoffed."I only serve one authority and I am a long way from them. You cannot threaten me with death or punishment. I was trained to take whatever it is that comes my way. Death, inclusive." "That is precisely why I want you to train them. I want you to inculcate that idea into the hearts of those who would lead the Buba tribe into a new era. You already know the Buba isn't alien to magic. I have a weapon that listens to me. That speaks volumes, does it not?" The leader said and yet again, Blaize scoffed."None of my business. You already have a sorcerer. Tell her to train them." He replied."I do not want her filt