Sweat trickled down his neck, “This day just had to be long,” studying the actions of the wolves. He tried looking for a way out, but could not think critically because of the chaos in his mind, “My only way out is asking help from the dragon.” He fell to his knees and said in a low voice, “Dragonlord I need your help,” and immediately he was teleported to where he had met him.
The dragon came nearer to him and asked, “Have you now realized that the only way is to kill in order to survive?” Zeomora looked to the ground and said, “No, I am sorry, but I believe there is a world that exists with ought having to choose war.” The dragon laughed, “I used to picture life that way, till the day life taught me that a place like that never exists,” flying away, “but I shall help you. I have provided you with the sword, but you’ll have to use your skills.” He came back to reality and a description appeared before him. ‘You can now use portal storage. This allows you to store things in another dimension, saving on space.’ A portal opened, and Zeomora dipped his hand inside removing the dragon sword, then put his sword ready for battle, while looking for a means of escape. A wolf charged forward trying to bite his leg, but Zeomora kicked it sending it backwards. The wolf became angry, charging again and this made the other wolves attack in unison. He raised his sword preparing to attack, but a wolf bit his leg making him groan in pain and another bit his arm while another bit his other leg. He watched as the wolves slowly ripped him into pieces while pain rushed through his entire body. He said, ‘I have to do something before the monsters rip me into shreds.’ He used all his energy to release a loud yell while pushing the wolves aside. He ran out through the entrance and a wolf quickly followed him while the others slowly collected themselves. When the wolf was about to reach him, he dived down and the wolf jumped forward, having missed him. While still in the air, Zeomora stabbed it in the belly killing it. He continued running, while the wolves quickly gained nearer and nearer. They momentarily froze on reaching the dead wolf howling as a way of grieving, then continued chasing their prey now with a pumped rage, that made them move faster. Zeomora tripped on the ground and as he hurriedly collected himself, a wolf bit him on the hand which created a surge of pain nearly rendering him unconscious. He looked behind and so the other wolves were about to reach him, ‘If they get to me this time, I don’t think I’ll survive.’ He looked in another direction and so there was a cliff. He then looked at the wolves, then to the cliff and with a final decision he decided to jump down the cliff. He pushed himself and the wolf down the cliff, using its body as protection, while it continued biting his arm. They hit the ground with a thud! And everything became quiet. Zeomora had already used too much energy and he released a sign of relief on seeing the wolf was dead, but for some reason, he couldn’t stand on his feet. He decided to close his eyes and rest for a bit. He was awoken hours later by a nightmare of a person who was about to pierce him in the neck. By now it was nightfall, he was breathing fast, his body was sweating and he had a high temperature. His body was numb especially where he was bitten earlier. He tried raising to his feet but he realized great amounts of pain were being released from the bitten arm. He said while looking at the bite mark, ‘Why on earth would the pain increase even after resting, could the wolf’s teeth be having some sort of poison?” He pulled his clothing downwards to expose the bite mark of the wolf. He was shocked to find slight amounts of vapour being produced at the wound. He again groaned in pain then said, “So it must have poisoned me after it bit me.” He looked at his environment and said, “I have to look for some sort of town, where this wound can be treated.” He found a trail which was heading towards the upper side of the mountain while the other led to the lower side. “Which way should I take,” groaning again in pain, “I’d better head down the mountain to avoid another encounter with those monsters.” After walking for some time, he reached a town which had only a few people outside while the rest were inside. He reached a man and asked him, “Is there an inn where you can get medication?” The man nodded and pointed to a house which was just ahead. He entered the building which had several numbers of lamps and candles, with an old man picking something on the table. Zeomora asked him, “Is this where people come in search of medication.” The man nodded and said while adjusting his eyeglasses, “Yes my son, you are at the right place.” Zeomora went closer and showed him the bite mark which had now turned black. The old man shook in pain and said, “Oh my, this is bad,” beginning to look for something on the table, “this is really bad.” He looked at Zeomora and said, “I have to contact ……….,” but paused and walked towards the shelf. Zeomora asked confused, “You have to do what?” “Nothing, sometimes I talk to myself when in panic". “Why have you started panicking suddenly? Is there something wrong?” Walking out of the building, “Nothing’s wrong, I just have to get something, then I’ll be back.”Moments later, the old man returned with soldiers. A soldier asked him, “Have you been bitten by wolves from the mountain?” Zeomora answered, ‘Yes, well is there a problem?” The four soldiers nodded to one another then one said, “I’m afraid you’ll have to come with us,” pulling Zeomora towards the door. Zeomora broke the grip and moved backwards, “I am going nowhere!” The soldier said, “Then will have to use force, removing a sword.”Zeomora said, “Fine with me,” removing the dragon sword from the portal.The soldiers moved behind and one said, “He must be one of those strong adventurers, no wonder he survived the Alpha wolf’s bite,” they ran out of the building closing the door behind them. Zeomora looked behind and said, “That was strange, what’s so scary about being bitten by a wolf?” Suddenly he was shot in his stomach by a bullet from outside, which made him lower his body in pain. He quickly ran towards a table and kicked it to the ground, using it as a shield. He touched the wound in his belly and saw he was bleeding severely. More gunshots erupted from the outside and as some flammable potions leaked from the broken glasses, a fire started. Then he had residents from outside chanted in unison, “Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn!” He closed his eyes and he remembered what the dragon said, ‘Life proved me wrong.’ He remembered all the evil things people did to him without him ever being at fault. He had his mother’s words echoing in his ears, ‘Sometimes, no matter how much light we try to shine, it will never be enough to light all the dark places. Even when the light shines, some places remain in darkness.’ He opened his eyes and said, “Then um done helping people and seeing the good in that which cannot be adored,” and he shouted, “ENOUGH!” Appearing where he had met the dragon. The dragon flew to him and asked, “So, what have you seen of the world?”He looked at the dragon with deathly eyes and he said, “Make me my fears.” “Then, so shall you be.”
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Chapter Twenty-six
The Guild Master’s voice echoed with chilling authority, “I earned my position through deeds, not dusty tomes. And I wouldn’t hesitate to prove it again.”The second adventurer, fuelled by indignation, roared, “We demand our rightful reward!”“Or what?” the Guild Master’s eyes flashed with icy blue light, “You’ll try to bully your way into my guild? I could have you both locked up with a word.” Soldiers materialized from the door, steel glinting in the dim light.“This is unlawful!” the adventurer sputtered.“Law is a tool, boy,” the Guild Master’s voice was a low growl, “and it bends to the strong.”“But the carcass…” the adventurer stammered, “it’s proof enough…”“Proof?” the Guild Master’s laughter was a harsh bark, “I’ve seen children with more convincing lies. Prove your claim, or leave empty-handed.”As the tension reached its peak, the guild master's ultimatum hung heavy in the air, a challenge that demanded valour and skill to overcome. With a resolute determination, he turned
Chapter Twenty-five
With grim resolve, the dragon summoned the 'Grip Crusher', a dark hand materializing above the guardian and crushing its head with finality. As the guardian crumbled before him, Zeomora's senses returned, and the battle was won but at great cost. The dragon stood, a lone figure amidst the fading echoes of conflict, having emerged victorious from the crucible of battle.Collapsed on the ground, his body weary and battered from the fierce battle, Zeomora struggled to catch his breath. Despite the restorative effects of a healing potion, exhaustion weighed heavily upon him, a testament to the intensity of the conflict.Surveying the looming cave entrance, Zeomora's gaze narrowed with determination. "At dawn, after we've rested, we must venture into the cave," he declared, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency.The dragon, his companion, and ally, nodded in agreement, his eyes glinting with a warrior's resolve. "Agreed, we shall gather our provisions and depart swiftly," he affirmed, t
Chapter Twenty-four
"Don't let its speed deceive you," the dragon warned. "It may have poor agility, but it can swing that hammer with incredible force and speed. Remember, avoid that hammer at all costs. Its special effects are devastating."Zeomora glanced at his MP, which had been drained nearly in half from the impact. "I get it," he replied, his voice strained."When it hits you," the dragon continued, "it either drains your mana or counters your attacks. But I'll share some of my strength with you."Zeomora watched as his body transformed, scales erupting from its skin. "Let's see what you've got," he challenged, his determination burning bright.The troll's hammer struck the ground with a thunderous clash, the vibrations shaking the very earth beneath Zeomora's feet. With a fierce roar, the troll lifted the massive hammer and charged towards Zeomora. Quick on his feet, Zeomora leapt into the air, delivering a powerful kick with spiked boots aimed at the troll's belly. The spikes barely made a dent
Chapter Twenty-three
He took a step forward, but the dragon's voice halted him."No, retreat for now," the dragon cautioned. "A confrontation with them would be unwise. They would seize the opportunity to capture you, leaving you without a chance to escape."Zeomora cast one last glance at the skyship before turning and fleeing into the wilderness.Avalon, observing the scene from the skyship, raised his hand, signalling his subordinates to stand down. "Let him go for now," he commanded. "Pursuing him would be akin to playing into his hands. The opportune moment will arise when he will be forced to make a desperate choice: fight or perish."Minutes later, Zeomora stumbled into a rocky terrain, his breath ragged from exertion. He paused, leaning against a large boulder, his hands trembling as he assessed his injuries."I am strong," he muttered to himself, "but I need to become even stronger."A deafening roar echoed through the air, snapping him out of his reverie. He looked up to see a monstrous wild boa
Chapter Twenty-two
"Either way," the first hero declared, "we must vanquish him before he unleashes his destructive power upon the world."The king nodded in agreement. "I shall present this to the guardians," he said, "so that they may pinpoint his whereabouts.""And do not forget to inform us of his location once they have discovered it," the second hero reminded him.The king made his way to the guardians, where one of the two guardians bowed respectfully. "My Lord, what brings you here today?""They have confirmed that this is indeed the individual who wields such dangerous dark magic," the king revealed, holding up Zeomora's image. "He also appears to pose a significant threat to the Prehendrins."The elder's eyes widened in realization. "Then I shall immediately cast a spell to reveal his location," he declared, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency."In the meantime," the king added, "I shall attend to another pressing matter. Please relay his location to the heroes once you have ascertained it
Chapter Twenty-one
Avalon held up his hand, a gesture that halted the man's proposal. "No need for haste. He is not one to remain stationary. By now, he has likely moved to a different location." A thoughtful expression crossed his face. "His ability to shatter a weapon crafted by a divine entity is a feat I've never encountered. We shall wait for him to reveal himself, and then we shall strike with precision.""Should we involve the Four Alkaldrias in the search?" the man asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.Avalon shook his head decisively. "The history of animosity between Heroes and Prehendrins is well-documented. We shall not inform them of the missing weapon, but we can share Zeomora's image. It may expedite the process.""My Lord," a soldier announced, bowing low, "the smugglers captured by the Prehendrins have arrived."The king's eyes lit up with anticipation. "Excellent!" he exclaimed. "Prepare them for immediate questioning."The soldier hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'm afra
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