All Chapters of The Cursed: Legend of Neil: Chapter 61
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Episode Eight-Part I: The Typhoon.
The sky churned violently, thunder clawing at the heavens. The students clung to the airship’s rails as the typhoon raged beneath them.“I told you this wouldn’t work out!” Ned shouted, his voice nearly swallowed by the storm.Minutes passed before the turbulence eased. With a rough jolt, the airship finally touched down—back where they’d started. A collective sigh of relief swept through the group as they felt solid ground beneath their feet once more. Every face bore exhaustion; they’d survived yet another nightmare.“Guess our vacation’s come to an end,” Jade muttered, still gawking at the wrecked surroundings.“This ain’t no trip,” Glen barked. “This is a disaster.”Ned scanned the crowd, frowning. “Where’s Sandy?”“And Lyn,” Jade added, her voice rising with concern.“Don’t worry,” Glen said confidently as he strode toward the bus. “They’ll be fine.”Cheryl narrowed her eyes. “And how exactly would you know that?”He smirked, pointing skyward. “Because I can hear her screams alre
Episode Eight-Part II: Reece!!!
Freda came to a sudden halt, her boots sinking slightly into the wet dirt. The storm howled around her, carrying the scent of ozone. Jayden, a few paces behind, stopped as well, squinting through the violent gusts. The typhoon twisted violently above them, tearing leaves from branches and scattering them into the air like frightened birds. Then, they both turned— A dark cloud loomed at the center of the storm. Its depth was unnatural, swallowing the light itself. “Reece…” Jayden muttered under his breath. “Huh?” Freda turned, her hair whipping across her face. Delia had gone farther ahead, her pace steady until the same heavy pressure hit her chest. She froze, glancing back to see the others staring into the distance. When her eyes met the swirling blackness, her lips pressed into a thin line. “We better get going,” she said calmly, though her tone carried the faint edge of unease. “We have our jobs cut out for us already.” “She’s right…” Freda replied quickly, forcing he
Episode Eight-Part III: Fear
“Phew… wow…” Sandy clapped his hands together, sending a cloud of dust into the air.“Guess we finally made it work,” Ned added, wiping sweat from his brow. “Great job, guys.”“It’s just changing a tire,” Lyn quipped from behind them. “Nothing to be proud of.”The boys ignored her remark. Zoe turned back, gazing at the sky. The clouds stretched white and calm beneath a clear blue, and she smiled, closing her eyes to breathe in the freshness. She laughed softly and inhaled again.When she opened her eyes, a streak of light caught her attention—A meteor was heading straight toward her.She jumped back, bracing herself as the light descended from the heavens. Slowly, the glow faded, revealing two figures within.Reece and Neil stepped out of the ray, both smiling.“Uncle!” Chiyo cried, running toward them.She stopped midway when she saw the blood splattered on Neil’s uniform. Her face went pale.“Hey, kiddo…” Neil forced a smile.“Uncle…?” she whimpered.“Don’t worry… Uncle’s fine.”Sa
Episode Eight-Part IV: The Silhouette
“Why are you crying?”“It was your blood…” Freda pushed Neil backward. “Wasn’t it?”“Ummm…” Neil scratched his head.“When will you stop being careless, Neil?” she barked.“I don’t know…” he answered. “I guess when you guys stop being careless, actually.”“What did you just say?” she snapped.Freda thrust her fist toward his face and waved it theatrically. Neil lifted his arm in mock surrender and chuckled. Freda started spouting words that didn’t make sense—like another dialect—then threw both hands in the air and bellowed. The bus erupted into wild laughter. Delia, however, stayed calm and watched.Suddenly Neil felt a cold, murderous energy surge through the air—a dark aura that felt antagonistic to everything living. He spun, trying to locate the source of the toxic wave, but it seemed to come from every direction. He reached for his spatial sense, closing his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.Freda stepped back two paces when she saw his eyes change. Brown shifted
Episode Eight-Part V: Assessment Gone Wrong
A few weeks after the confrontation, the students were led to a desolate area on the outskirts. They camped beside an abandoned factory where Ms. Wade gathered them and explained the day’s assessment—another calm school task before the term’s end: rock collection. Everything seemed normal until Rory began hearing a faint, pleading voice in his head. He had already joined his classmates before the assessment started, but the voice drew him toward the factory. He followed it, searching from one empty room to another, finding nothing. Just as he gave up and turned to leave, he heard it again—clearer this time. “Someone… Anyone… Help me.” Rory froze and glanced around. Nothing. Then he turned and found Neil standing behind him. “You heard that, right?” Rory asked telepathically. Neil scanned the empty room, sensing nothing. “Let’s leave, Rory. Don’t start something that’ll attract trouble.” “But Neil—” “Rory, I know you’ve got that hero streak,” Neil cut in. “But this isn’t our fi
Episode Eight-Part VI: Catastrophe
Delia glanced over at Rory and Cheryl, who were still bickering so loudly it made her blood boil. Without warning, she fired two ice spears that zipped past their faces. Both froze in shock. Rory panted heavily, and Cheryl turned her head toward Delia—her neck twisting stiffly like a broken doll. She tried to speak but couldn’t find the words. “Oh my God… seriously?!” they both shouted. Delia simply pointed toward the vault door. They followed her gesture—and saw that Neil was gone. “What happened?” Rory asked. “He vanished,” Delia said bluntly. “Meaning… how?” Cheryl frowned. “Well, he just vanished.” Delia’s tone didn’t change. “And you didn’t tell us?” Rory complained. Delia’s sharp glare made him swallow hard. Without replying, she turned back to the door, as if she had an idea. She stretched out her right arm, reaching for something invisible. Rory and Cheryl watched in silence. Just as Rory stepped forward to stop her— Zap! A figure suddenly fell into Delia’s arms, whi
Episode Eight-Part VII: A New Curse
Massive dust particles filled the air, slowly fading to reveal a shattered building—an enormous iced wall and a faint purple aura hovering around it. Within seconds, the aura dispersed. From behind the fractured crystal wall, Delia and her squad emerged. “Fredddda… Fredddddda!” Zoe screamed, her voice breaking. Almost in tears, she stumbled forward, searching frantically for Freda. Some classmates joined her, lifting rocks and rubble in desperation. Zoe pushed away a large stone and clawed at the ground with her bare hands, ignoring the dirt under her nails. Tears streamed down her face. Chiyo walked up quietly, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. Zoe looked up and saw resignation in Chiyo’s eyes—acceptance that Freda was gone. Zoe shook her head violently. “No... She isn’t dead... We just have to keep searching...” Zoe cried, scraping her fingers raw as she dug through the rubble. “No, it can’t be... She can’t die now!” Everyone stood in heavy silence, sadness pressing d
Episode Eight-Part VIII: The Terms End
“Why can’t I cry?” he whispered. “Am I… becoming a monster?”The door creaked open behind him, then closed again. Footsteps approached quietly. Neil looked up slowly to meet the gaze of Prof. Hiro, then immediately buried his face in his hands. Hiro sat beside him, eyes on the snow-covered yard.“You know…” Hiro began softly. “Blaming yourself won’t ease your mind. You saved everyone.”“By nearly killing them?” Neil muttered. “Yeah, That’s encouraging.”Hiro scoffed lightly. “Nope. But it wasn’t your fault either.”“Then whose fault is it?” Neil asked.“The curse you bear,” Hiro replied.Silence lingered.“So you knew?” Neil lifted his head. “That another ability emerged—one I can’t control.”“I heard. But that doesn’t mean you’re to blame.” Hiro folded his arms. “You’ll need to learn to suppress it. That comes with training.”“Easier said than done, when they’re still monitoring us,” Neil sighed.“Oh? You know about that?” Hiro’s tone sharpened.“Yeah,” Neil exhaled. “We’re always be
Episode Nine-Part I: The Elders Meeting
Many expensive cars were parked outside the academy’s main building. Students gathered around, greeting the people who came to take them home for the holidays. Among them, Sandy and Neil walked toward their ride. “Young master,” an old man called out, smiling warmly. “It’s good to see you again.” “Old man Bosco!” Sandy grinned, pulling him into a hug. “Man, I’ve missed you so much.” Bosco laughed heartily, lifting Sandy off the ground as they spun around in joy. “No one would ever deny you two are related,” Neil chuckled, approaching them. “I and Sandy may not share blood,” Bosco said, still smiling, “but we’re bound by something stronger — a bond.” Neil raised a brow. “Which bond?” “The brotherhood of black skin,” Bosco laughed. “My man!” Sandy joined in, slapping his palm in a loud handshake. “As if I’m not black-skinned too,” Neil muttered, rolling his eyes. “I take it he didn’t make it here?” “He couldn’t,” Bosco replied. “He’s off to the Elders’ meeting.” Neil halted f
Episode Nine-Part II: Elders Meeting pt II
The meeting commenced with every Elder seated, each raising concerns tied to the ongoing war. Complaints filled the hall — about their slipping ranks among other nations, about failed missions, about dwindling influence. Nathaniel sat quietly among them, his gaze fixed on one man—Elder Potter. “What about the Abominable Project?” asked an Elder from the second row. “There’s been some progress,” replied another from the third. “But all prototypes were destroyed by unknown variables. We’re falling behind.” “Forcing advanced Gifted into battle is risky,” said another. “It weakens our internal defense.” Before the debate could spiral again, the First Elder slammed the armrest of his chair. A shockwave rippled through the air, silencing the hall. “Complaints won’t bring us results,” he barked. “We need solutions.” The silence that followed was broken only by the rhythmic tap of a cane. Every eye turned toward Elder Potter, a faint smirk curling his lips. “You have something to say?”