Jeff and Robert fell on the grass, with Robert's blood staining the green blades of the grasses that they landed upon. They were breathing heavily."One man down!" Jeff yelled at the top of his voice, hand raised as he called for help.Nero and the rest of the men walked with a bit of caution towards them. "What's wrong, sergeant?" Nero asked. "Give your report now.""We met her in the forest!" Jeff cried, walking on his knees with his fingers clawing his face like he was running mad. "And...I can't say. I can't speak. It was so terrible!"His voice was in a frenzy. It was hard to make out exactly what he was pointing at, but it was easy to tell that whatever it was, it sure had messed him up really bad. "Easy, sergeant!" Nero called out, kneeling to the level of the soldier. "What did you see? Tell me."Jeff's eyes stared mildly at Nero's. "We saw her. She killed the rest of the men and made a bear almost gnaw Robert to death. We must get him healed soon enough, please.""Alright,"

Isaiah was kept in a cell on the ship with only one little window by his side from which he could see the outside world. The walls were red and plain. His hands were still bound. They still believed that he was going to break out if he was free from the cuffs, but he knew that there was no chance that could happen. Although he could not blame them for being so cautious.The little window on the wall only showed clouds as the ship glided through the blue sky.He looked left and right. There was nothing to do, and even if there was, his hands were still bound. So he had all the time to reflect on the actions that had led him here. He tried not to think of anyone as being especially foolish or crazy. But if whether they were the right things to do or not. The right thing to do could be stupid. It did not stop it from being right. Or atleast that is what he wanted to think. He hit his head on the wall in a moment of frustration, signaling just how impatient he was of everything. "Damn!"

"Is there something you find funny about me, you punk?" Ragnar said, face close to Isaiah so that Isaiah could smell his breath, which was not on anyway remarkably smelly. "What? How did you know I was laughing at you?" Isaiah said. "I did not even laugh outwardly. "I can read minds," Ragnar said. "This is why I am put in charge of criminals like you. So you better be careful what you think of around me. I am watching you.""Okay?" Isaiah muttered. He deduced that Ragnar was not telling the complete truth. There had to be something else to it. If Ragnar really was telling the truth that he could read minds, he would have already been able to tell from his mind Elena's hideouts. But since this was not the case, the mechanism had to be different.""What do you have to say for yourself?" Ragnar boomed once more in his face. "Telling me it is okay is by far the least thing you could say." "I'm sorry," Isaiah said sheepishly. "Is that what you want me to say?" "Alright, it's okay." Ne

Step by step, he was pushed back untill his back was about touching the bars. His muscles hurt. He was clearly losing. Perhaps he was now a little bit higher on the hierarchy than the last guy since he had clearly almost made him poop his trousers, but this did not decide that he would still not be used as a servant if he did not beat the present guy. "You better give up!" The man said, his laughter like an excited howl of wolves as he pressed on. "There is nothing you can do about my ability. It's just like your cloak. But instead of using aether to cloak myself like you, I use it to form an invisible wall that pushes you back. The more you resist, the more likely for your muscles and flesh to break down spluttering on the floor. It's your call. Give up now, or die!"The "die" at the end of the sentence rang in Isaiah's head like a bell. How could anyone have such tremendous power, he asked in his thoughts. But he did not have time to think. Lucky for him, he had something up his sl

Isaiah went in for a chock hold, grabbing the man by the neck and letting his legs kick like there was no tomorrow."How did you do that?" The man asked, obviously choking from Isaiah's grip around his neck."Don't try to move," Isaiah warned. "Or what?" The man asked, his tone a defiant dare. "You might die if you try to speed yourself right through my hold. I am as fast as you, so that is not a bet you are willing to make." He also could not make such a bet. He did not want another blood in his hands.The man smiled for the first time. "I hear you. I surrender. You are not the number one of our cell. We must bow to you."The other two men came back and bowed down. Isaiah let the man's neck go. He fell down to his knees immediately. His neck was sore from how tight and powerfully Isaiah held it.The sight was strange to Isaiah. He could not stand it. His eyes sort else where to rest their gaze than on the view before him of men bowing to him. "Okay, rise up!" He said. He did not w