Fear gave way to a lack of comprehension. A medieval castle made from obsidian stone loomed menacingly at the center of a large transparent dome that had material similar to that of the bridge. Within the confines of the castle were five large bronze statues, each raising a finger to the sky.
Next to the Castle was a triple-story brick-faced building. To the extreme left was a long and wide structure that looked like a hall. In the foggy distance behind the castle, was another large multi-story building. A fair distance to the right of that was a thick orchard. Just above the various types of fruit trees was steel-webbed dome with milky white glass. On the other side of the glassy dome was infinite space, just like at the bridge. The earth seemed haunted with spaced trees of varying sizes. The grass that flanked the cobblestone path that led to the castle was moldy green. The chilly air sent goosebumps up my exposed arms. Beneath my feet was a thick gray circular platform with an engraving identical to the symbol on the door. The closer we got to the castle, the more its dimly lit windows looked like sunken eyes. I wanted to run away; everything was moving way too fast. Grunts and shouts came from my left. On a large rectangular platform made from gray concrete, were five benches filled with spectators watching the battles before them. I realized that minus the coat and the hat, the people who seemed to be around my age had on plain cotton shirts, chains with small pendants, tan brown pants, and dark brown knee-length boots To the extreme left was a woman and a man circling each other. The two had thick matte gray chains snaking around their forearms down to the concrete below. The chains dragged behind as they stared each other down. A few feet to their right, the fists of two men with thick golden bangles around their wrists collided and formed a visible shock wave that sent the loose gravel flying in all directions. Further to the right. A tall skinny girl parried an attack from a shorter, stouter girl and knocked her off her feet. Their weapons looked exactly like Franny’s staff. Next to them, two large built men held out their right arms. Two man-sized swords with black blades and golden handles materialized in their hands. Unlike the rest, to the extreme left of the platform, five people with bows in their hands faced a row of five black and white bullseye targets. There was a large middle-aged man with a coat and a hat behind them. “Ready!” he barked. The five raised their bows, “Aim!” They pulled back on the bowstrings. Sparks crackled and flickered between the black wood and the taut string. Finally, arrow-shaped bolts of electricity formed in between. “Fire!” At the speed of light, four of the arrows hit different points on four of the targets. A stray bolt penetrated a tree trunk before dissipating into nothingness. “What did I say about your shoulders Carol!” “Sorry sir.” “What’s sorry is your aim!” The spectators on the bench chuckled. Carol looked down and tucked a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear. “Again!” “Hey!” It was Amero. “Stop messing around will ya?” We were now approaching the entrance to the castle. It looked like the mouth of a predator. The small staircase a jagged tongue. The curved in oval outline baring two large sharp teeth that served as doors. Amero pushed past the entrance doors. “Now just be a good little boy and shut the hell up.” It was warmer inside, but the gray walls of the foyer looked damp. Almost as if the foyer had been weeping about something and was poorly attempting to hide it. Maybe it was also been rejected by the love of its life… Seated at the desk behind the statue was an elderly woman with thick glasses. Her hair looked like a mess of spiderwebs tied into a bun. Her overripe skin clung loosely to a small skeleton. “Agnes.” The woman’s head bobbed. She was asleep. “Agnes.” Amero and I shared a look. “Agnes!” this time he punctuated her name by banging the half semi-circle-shaped desk. The old woman nearly fell out of her seat. She looked at us, her eyes squinted and searching as if she was trying to solve a math problem. “Is the big man in?” She simply nodded before crossing her arms and returning to her nap. “Come on.” We arrived at a door to the right side of the room. On it was a golden plate with the label, ‘DIRECTOR’. Amero knocked lightly. “Come in.” The Director’s office was a large room that could only be described as neat. A thick burgundy carpet covered all corners of the floor. There was a chest of drawers which was placed at the extreme left of the room. On top of it was a silver tray with two small glass cups and a glass jar half full with what looked like milk. Hanging above the chest drawers was a large portrait of five individuals, two women and three men. To the extreme right of the office was a large bookcase that covered the entire lower half of the wall and stretched from the front of the room to the frame of a large window behind the large black desk. The window itself was so large it nearly served as a fourth wall. Through it, I caught sight of a peculiar tree. It had a thick trunk and red flecked leaves. The man behind the desk had his face buried in a worn-out paperback. He flipped a page and placed a marker before giving us his attention. “Deputy Amero.” he said. His voice was of a smooth baritone quality. “The mission was a dud. There wasn’t a Renchi in sight. But…” Amero nudged me forward, “We did find this.” I stood there, not quite sure what to do with myself as I became the object of the Director’s scrutiny. “A Stray?” “Yeap. Found him at the scene of the supposed Leak. We should probably get the surveillance system checked out ASAP. A bunch of the teams have been reporting duds recently.” The Director arose from his chair. “His name is David Pakati.” Said Amero. He was a large and muscular man. Even in old age, I could tell that people must’ve avoided physical altercations with him at all costs. He strode over and stood in front of me. As he towered over me, saying nothing, I noticed there was something different about his attire. His coat was neatly pressed. His cotton shirt was a lighter shade of white. His polished boots shone even in the dull light that permeated the atmosphere. I also noticed that his badge was purple, instead of gold or silver. His pendant had a symbol similar to Duke’s, a small sword. “Hello son,” said the large man. He offered me his hand and I shook it. “My name is Ryan Frost”, he said, “I’m the Director of the Blessed Association.”
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CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
After the gore fest, there was a banquet.As the Governors and their children left the Trial Quad, Ilonah let her body move for her but her mind was far from the current situation.They crossed the grassy plains by a gold paved path bejeweled with red and green rubies that spelt out the prophecies and the Laws from the Artkium. When they entered the Castles reception area, Ilonah caught sight of something she had forgotten she needed to take a copy off. It was nailed to the extreme right wall behind a pane of glass. She reduced her stride, forcing the servants to also fall behind in a light trot. I dont feel any Twanfe laced to it…i just need to make sure no one sees me.After falling away from the rest of the group, she decided to stop in her tracks. She watched the group disappear behind the corner that led to the Kings Banquet hall. She realized that she was holding her breath this entire time.She turned her head,“Take this thing off of me.”The servants looked at eachother.“D
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
She didn't look at him directly, but she could feel her father's signature piercing gaze of disapproval forcing itself into the side of her head.From the extreme left of the platform rose Tarrus Gent, the Governor of Aguaron.He was a small man with a full head of shiny grey hair. He approached the podium and whispered projection before he made the introductory proceedings.“Welcome, my fellow Ozmathians.” he began,Ilonah never liked Governor Gent. He was as small and as slimy as a swamp Slimikus. He had this permanent smile and a lazy gaze that made it feel like he was constantly thinking about how much better he was than everyone else. She was certain that he was up to no good; she didn't doubt the rumours. It was one of the few things that she actually agreed on with her father. She cast a glance towards the King. Even Fenn didn’t seem interested in Gent’s company. But that observation was nullified by the fact that Tarrus was basically the most powerful Ozamthian after the king.
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
The carriage rolled to a stop as it arrived at the capital's southeastern gate.Ilonah was woken up by the sound of salutations from the Holy Guard soldiers posted at both flanks of the giant golden entrance. The statues of Trenax and Yog shimmered in the mid-morning sunlight as it reached the packed streets of Aguaron.Usually, and ironically, the largest city in Ozmath wasn't this busy. But nationwide announcements that covered the entire Ozmath made sure that even the fifth Inka in Fii knew that all the important Ozmath were going to be present in the capital on the third sun cycle of the eigth full cycle of the 2025th completion.Merchants held up their goods energetically as they noticed the governor’s sigil on Ilonah’s carriage. They probably think its father in here right now…She cracked open the window to just give a teaser of her face. This was something she regretted instantly because when they noticed that it was a woman, the perfume, textile, and jewellery merchants snat
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
When she woke up, the first thing that Ilonah decided to take care of was the odour radiating off of her. She rose from the green-stained carpet and pushed past the double doors of the closet. As expected, Afina was already going to work on her somewhat messy bedroom. “Morning, Priestess,” said the petite slave while bowing slightly.Ilonah had stopped responding to Afina and the other domestics at the estate years ago. She had tried to tell them several times that they didn't have to greet her every single time they ran into each other (which was nearly every 30 ticks). It made her feel awkward to be greeted and borderline revered by Ozmathians that looked exactly like she did.“I spilt some juice in the closet,” said Ilonah as she remembered the stain from the liquified crystal.She reached for her towels and made her way to the bath.“Let me take care of that, my esteemed priestess.”She rolled her eyes as she entered the crystalline room and shut the door behind her.I wonder wh
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
Ilonah’s father scanned her from top to bottom.“Hmmmm, coming from somewhere?”She cleared her throat as she walked over to her partially open closet and threw in the dirty boots. She shut the mirrored doors, looking at her father’s amused yet angry expression through the former.“I had gone for a walk in the vineyard Father,” she said while looking more at herself than at her father.He bent down, breathing heavily from effort as he did so. He pinched a piece of dirt from her carpet.“Hmmm,” he said as he brought the dirt closer to his eyes and analysed it.“This doesn’t look like the sandy soils that belong to my vineyard…”Shit…Ilonah shut her eyes and looked down.“I'm sorry, Father,” she said.“Sorry for being caught or sorry for going to Gen and mixing with the lower Inka?”She pondered on that question longer than necessary. She knew it was coming. Since she was a kid, her father always used to ask her what she was truly sorry for every time she apologised. He never laid his
CHAPTER SIXTY
When she approached the wall at the estate, Ilonah scrambled to the rock where she always hid her cloak. After tucking it under the pink and blue striped mass, she ran to the blind spot. It was a cosy little corner that was not within either of the patrolling guards’ visual reach.She caught sight of the blue glow that dimly laced the ground around her. She looked back and realised that the portal she’d used to get from Gen was still open. On the other side she saw a stray dog sniffing about in the alleyway she had cast from.“Shit…” she hissed.She successfully shut the portal.Unfortunately for the dog, its body remained in Gen while its snout was cut off and left in Aguaron.Ilonah reached down for the mutilated bone and cartilage.This will get a lot of unnecessary questions being asked if it's found…Just as she made contact with it, the hairs on the back of her neck stood stiff.She whispered Invisibility and extended it to the snout.To both her flanks, Harodi and Kanuma appeare
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