I AM Kaelor Thane: The God Of War

The Fugitives in Georgia City

Thane’s POV

I hailed a taxi across the street and dropped the address to the driver—St. Luis Hotel, around Georgia City. He drove me straight there without wasting time. I paid him while carrying my luggage toward the receptionist, where I had to make payment for the room I’d be staying in.

The receptionist handed me the room key and the payment receipt. She looked exactly like Theresa. She gave me the key to room number 309, close to the end of the third floor. I stepped into the lift and arrived there instantly.

“At least people here won’t know I’m the dethroned God of War from Campbell City,” I whispered to myself.

I took a warm shower, then was offered a hot dog and a hamburger for dinner. “This will be delicious,” I muttered, smiling to myself.

After that, I dialed Theresa’s number, the one she gave me when we met on the airplane.

“Hi Theresa, this is the passenger you gave your number to today.”

“Hey, you mean the passenger that asked for extra hermit crab?”

“Yes, I’m the one,” I replied.

She gave a stunning laugh that sounded loud and bright. “So, how was your journey?”

“It was a bit stressful and hectic,” I replied calmly.

“Oh, sorry. What’s your name? I forgot to ask the other day,” she asked.

“My name is Thane.”

“Oh, what a nice name,” she whispered, before continuing. “Will you like me to accompany you a little in Georgia City?”

I stuttered, surprised by her request. “I don’t understand your words,” I replied awkwardly.

“I mean… can I come over to your place from Campbell City to Georgia City?” I could sense the warmth in her tone.

“You mean you’re coming all the way from Campbell City to Georgia City just to see me?”

“Yes, Thane,” she replied quickly.

I wondered why she would be so eager to try such a thing with me. Why would she want to see me again out of the blue, even without knowing me well?

I used my instincts from the army. No, I had to be careful and observant. This could be another trick from Viktor, Damien, or even President Mark.

But then again, none of them knew about my disappearance. Still, I would see where this would eventually lead.

“Aren’t you busy at the port today?” I asked with urgency, waiting for her response.

“No, I’m free till Sunday.”

“Okay, that’s good,” I replied.

Then she asked another question, “Will I be sleeping over?”

“Ehmmm… You said what?”

She repeated, “Can I sleep over?”

“Well, I can’t really say for now. You can come, but you won’t be staying more than two days. If that’s okay with you… maybe when we meet, we’ll decide.”

She hung up the call calmly, but I could hear the excitement in her tone. For a moment, I felt a little peace, like a small light inside me. I couldn’t sense the anger that usually weighed me down. Was this the work of Theresa? Was I already falling for her?

Then I remembered the last conversation I had with Dylan, my childhood friend, the first day I arrived in Georgia City.

Dylan and I had been friends since childhood. We dreamt and promised each other that we’d join the forces, become strong, and protect our families. We even created a code language that only we could understand, for when we were facing challenges. That was the code I used to contact Dylan as soon as I arrived in Georgia City.

We were like carbon copies of each other. But ever since my parents’ death, we had disconnected a little. Still, because of the promises we made, we never truly left each other. Dylan had faced betrayal long before I did. They never appreciated all the good things he had done or the sacrifices he made. The world never even knew his name.

Whenever I needed help, Dylan was always the only person I could truly trust. I already gave him the hotel address, and soon his message popped up: *I will be there soon.*

It didn’t take long before he arrived. I entertained him with the same hot dog and hamburger I had.

I gave him a warm hug. “Hi Dylan, it’s been a while. How have you been?”

“I’ve been good, Thane, just a bit tired. A little pressure since I left the army,” he said.

“Oh, sorry about that, Dylan.”

“How are you, too?” he asked.

“I’m good,” I responded calmly.

“After your parents’ death, we disconnected for a while. But reconnecting now is the most amazing thing to me,” he said cheerfully.

“Thanks, Dylan. I’m really glad, too.”

He cleared his throat before speaking again. “I heard the code. Who are those people trying to frame you and take your title as God of War?” he asked, looking both concerned and confident.

I explained everything to him, my successful missions, achievements, and everything that made me earn the title of God of War. But I told him how just a single mistake turned both enemies and allies against me.

“Don’t worry, Thane,” he reassured me. “There’s always a time when truth is revealed. They’ll pay, even if they have to pay with their lives.”

We turned on the TV. On the news, the armies in Georgia City were already being informed by President Mark Wilson about my sudden disappearance. They painted me as dangerous to civilians, saying I had run away. They announced that anyone who found me alive would be rewarded with 50 million dollars.

This caused shock between Dylan and me. “So they finally know I’m in Georgia City…” I muttered.

I asked Dylan, “So what are we going to do now?”

He answered firmly, “You have to wear a disguise—costume or makeup—so no one will recognize you. And we must leave this hotel before the receptionist or hotel manager learns your true identity.”

“That’s a brilliant idea,” I agreed.

We left the hotel quietly, making sure no one noticed.

For the past five hours, every commercial flight in and out of Georgia City Airport had been delayed. Shops and companies around the area were locked down. A no-fly zone was declared. No customers were allowed in or out.

Armed military and police officers carried out thorough searches, watching every terminal carefully.

The news of me had spread across the entire city.

Then, out of nowhere, a man with broad shoulders stepped out. His eyes blazed like fire, and he carried a file containing all the databases and photo

s of me.

He stopped Dylan and me with his horrifying glare and screamed,

“Stop right there! Who are you?”