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 FIFTY-SEVEN
"Enjoy yourself, Priestess." Ilonah ignored Baramew. Normally, she didn't take kindly to slaves being sarcastic. But he was one of the few who knew how she felt about the king. He'd covered for her a lot of times after she'd come late from meeting Sleign and or the revolutionaries. The king's court was ornately decorated with celebratory green and chrome. Servants lined both sides of the golden bridge that led to King Fenn's castle entrance. She was greeted by several Ozmath. Most she'd met at dinners, ceremonies and or sacrifices. Others she barely paid attention to. Of course, the lower the Inka the more vigorous the greeting. She was sure she caught a fat woman with a yellow Ajun falling to her knees. She was used to it now. But it didn't sadden her sometimes when she thought about it. Did anyone actually like her for her? Or did they just want to be in good graces with a God Priest/Governors first child and daughter? I know Sleign loves me for me. He's said it too
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
I smoked a bit more than usual that night. Maybe it was because I was alone…Jax was up to God knows what (definitely involving a girl since he just up and vanished.)I knew it may have been overkill since I coughed up a thick glob of phlegm. My throat was also hot and scratchy.Since the meeting with the Council had ended, I couldn't place my mind on anything else besides what had been talked about. The voice was also surprisingly quiet ever since it answered Frost’s question about what I thought. Maybe it was lost in the muddled flood that was my state of mind.After dispersing from the Haven, I walked at the fringes of a group consisting of some of the captains that had some business at the academy. Everyone else in the administration simply headed to their quarters, which were just five minutes away.A lot was troubling me. I would never admit it, but there was more than ‘fun’ to the smoking and the drinking. It made me feel normal. I wasn't always thinking about how I fucked up
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
Amero looked at Ms Luceal.“I hope you’re taking down the minutes…”She held up a black leather-bound diary with a golden Blessed logo on the cover in one hand and a black and gold pen in the other.“Good then, let's get to it.”Everyone immediately raised their hand.“Yes, Professor Kajulu.”My Renchiology lecturer rose swiftly from his chair.“My sentiments do not change concerning David. I propose that the Director grant the science department full clearance and autonomy in the direction of carrying out safe and regulated tests on the boy.”Disgruntled noises vibrated across.“What?” ejaculated Mr Kajulu, “Clearly this is a scientific phenomenon that requires careful and professional study. I’m sure that we will make headway and come across groundbreaking discoveries…”“We?”The challenger was a slender woman with three parallel scars diagonally across her face. She was the captain of the C Squad. She was also a staff user. I had no idea who she was, and I doubt I had ever seen he
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
"So how many times have you guys done it now?""Bro..." I said as I sharply inhaled the DT,"One session is like six times; to be honest, I don't even know anymore."I blew out smoke from my nose."You're a damn dog, I'll tell you that."Jax and I fist bumped before we helped each other with the sack of leftovers into the dumpster.This time we didn't walk quite as leisurely on our way back to the academy. It had been a couple of days since it happened, but I could still feel the distant sting of Wish’s slap...“We have to smoke again before bedtime.” I said.“For real?” said Jax, He looked at me and chuckled.“You look like you’re good for the night, though.”Jax slowed his step and looked around in paranoia.Apparently (according to him), during his last escape, Jax hid himself behind one of the display cabinets in the hallway. Ever since then he was avoiding the Head Boy wannabe.We entered the first year’ respective study room. Just as I sat down, the door Jax had just closed beh
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
“I've never done this before,” said Atilia.I forced her to lie down on the makeshift bed from strangers dirty laundry. I had just grabbed a bunch of shirts, pants and coats and spread them on the laundry room floor. This time the door had to be locked. And just for extra measure, Jax was keeping guard outside.“Neither have I.”“Lies,” she whispered as I planted a deep kiss on her mouth.I used my thumbs to push down my pants and underwear at the same time.“There’s no way you’re a virgin…”She grabbed my dick and began rubbing it slightly. Her hand was rough and cold. But I was too horny to stop her.“Well, I’m about to take yours, that’s for sure.”I removed her hand and pressed it against the side of her head. I grabbed the base of my dick with my free hand and guided it slowly into her vagina. She was so wet that I slid inside perfectly. When I penetrated her fully, the warm and moist grip of her pussy sent waves through my body.With each stroke she gasped, and so did I.***We
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
“What? Is your friend deaf or something?”I looked to my left. It seemed like Jax had decided to ignore the reprimand and kept on walking. He was nearly at the end of the hallway.“Hey! You!”Asan began to jog. Jax broke out into a sprint around the corner.“The fuck…” hissed the Deputy Head Boy as he kicked up his own speed.Matt and I looked at each other. He wasn't all that much taller than me, but he was definitely bulkier. And more good-looking.“Where are you guys coming from at this hour?”“Didn't study just start?”“Yeah, like an hour ago.”“Shit…”“Answer the question.”“What?”“Are you trying to be difficult?”“Trying is a bit of a stretch…”He took an intimidating step forward.“Whoa, hold on, Chief!” I said, “We were helping Ms Luceal clean the DH, that’s all.”“Is that so?”I figured that he could probably smell the Jack and Mist on me. But I didn't have any on me, so I was cool.“Yeah.”“So why did your mate run then?”Because he has, like, two sachets of DT and half a b
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