“In just three days after what happened at the Police Department, I think in Mariner's Spur, there have been a drastic upsurge in polio and measles for children below six. Severe issues for babies below three months include bone wrenching that prevents growth, brain explosions, that lead to instant deaths, and - heart failures, too. All the same, adults have it worse, trust me.”
“- And it's not in Wabrook alone. There have been reports all over the world. In Kinsyew and Qazax and even, Ryilop, too.”
“My adopted brother's son died last week - brain detonation! It was a rude shock.”
“This world is turning into something else. We better prepare ourselves for worse situations cause it looks like the world is coming to an end. Even hospitals are getting crammed with patients, morgues with corpses, and perhaps, hell, too.”
“- And heaven. I can imagine the ang
“Can I get, uhm - five minutes, to talk to her, before we present ourselves to the Chamber for a verdict?” Sir. Oswic asked Fanzen Trouy who had a snug smile and was beaming about what neither Sir. Oswic nor Cwena nor the other ten guards that had escorted him knew of.“Y'know - just in case, we - perish. We want our moment,” Sir. Oswic explained.“Hokey dokey. Five minutes. Anything more than that then I'm sorry but you're going to rot in here,” Fanzen put in then walked deeper into the faintly illuminated corridor, out of their view. The guards excused the duo, too.“He's not dead!” Sir Oswic whispered.“Huh? Who's not - Ohh!” Sir. Oswic clamped his jittery hands hastily over Cwena's mouth.“Shhh, don't talk loudly. Remember the spell I put on Gerey? It is to make him sleep and do some minimal healing. I don't know how effective it is but considering the fact that they still believe him
“What do you both want us to do with you considering the fact that you - are menaces to the order of our society?” Sir Artin said after a few minutes.“Retaining us in your custody - or, killing us, when we obviously are the ones that delivered about five hundred citizens and cops of Ingfalls from the tyronimics is a threat to the repose of Ingfalls!” Cwena shot back infuriatedly before Sir. Oswic could reply.Barrister Gauwilh Chames of the Eventide Shore law firm, South of Ingfalls, stood up - a little over five feet, “I'm with them, sir. They are ostensibly the best shot we have at defeating who or what it is that is making a waste of our land and preys of our people.” He locked eyes with Artin Dane then continued speaking, “Me, you and -” he turned to his right to glance at Eallric, “ - Chief inspector Eallric know how terrible things will be if they hadn't shown up at the Police Department at Ingfalls and redeemed the people.”Artin Dane inhaled deeply and with a sigh, let it out
An odd sensation as they were being sucked out of their bodies distribted through Sir. Oswic, Artin Dane, Dr. Wene Noelle, Riyen Gosbald, Chief Inspector Eallric Hanvey and Barrister Gauwilh Changes through their hands that served as traverses as their souls were pulled through a dark tunnel filled with bright green neon lights and afflicting, agonizing wails coupled with disheartening laughs of demons.After about a minute, the somewhat exciting phenomenon came to an halt and each of them lay metres away from each other, scatter on a bloody and vast piece of land, hugged to the ground.Sir. Oswic was the first to get up and as he did, he smeared the foul stench of the blood on the thorny soil off his face and subconsciously on his clothes as he looked around for the others.Dr. Wene Noelle was the closest to him. He jugged over to her side, touched her shoulders as he helped to her feet and whispered, “are you okay?
Back in the Chamber of Duties, Wabrook, where the numb and lifeless bodies of Sir. Oswic, Artin Dane, Riyen Gosbald, Eallric Hancey and Wene Noelle were, things were going ordinarily.The sun was bright and warm, the breeze; cooling and refreshing, and the fourteen people present in the Chamber, chatting and catching up on one another, apparently they were all good friends but for Troef’ny who apparently had just foes and Cwena who watched the benumbed bodies for any sign of movement or any indication of struggles, - it wasn't like she had anything else to do. She knew none of the people in the Chamber and just a few hours ago, she was a prisoner.Thirty minutes passed, nothing. An hour, nothing. Two hours, still nothing.Then like a berserked villain, Troef’ny Uthane suddenly sprung to her feet and charged towards the numb bodies in a frenzy.Cwena who was the closest to them understood the situa
The six of them - Eallric, Oswic, Noelle, Riyen, Gauwilh and Artin waved their hands to and fro trying to drive away the vultures that swooped down on them in large numbers, threatening to chop off every part of their body.As they dashed away from the tower from where the winged scavengers had nosedived on them from, Eallric couldn't push out what he'd seen. Mr. Wadsev who'd supposedly vanished, with his wives and everyone present for his promotion to CEO - a total of Seventeen individuals at his address at Radford glade, were present there - in hell. Mr. Wadsev's once chubby face was flaccid and dangling, making him look like a tamed bulldog.The most shocking part for Eallric, though, was what Mr. Wadsev had mouthed when Eallric stole a glance at him.“Help.”Mr. Wadsev's faint voice uttered feebly and with absolutely no enthusiasm due to loss of blood and insufficient energy. Eallric, thou
The tyronimic howled loudly into the dark, atmosphere - which only attracted the attention of beasts of other species that ululated, wailed and yowled their response in return, making the atmosphere more mysterious and unearthly. The tyronimic turned its four ugly heads slowly left and right, scanning the cheerless horizon but seeing other creatures - Yellow, glowing eyed Yalipers, Yaghions with detachable body parts and other strange creatures. They were not of interest so the tyronimic didn't turn as much as a horn to them as it searched desperately for where its preys had gone all of a sudden.The six of them, though, - Eallric, Artin (who was badly bruised), Noelle, Gauwilh, a still numb Riyen and Sir. Oswic squeezed themselves together in the cave to induce warmththat heated up their organs for the cave was glacial, barely daring to breath.The tyronimic prowled round the cave whose darkness shielded them with obscurity
In all of Sir. Oswic's life as an Enchanter - a wizard, precisely, ‘Invocasi Repelleos’ which caused neon blue and green streamlined energy that had been interlaced with one another, giving the viewers a cinematic view, shot out of wands. The severity with which it was pronounced usually determined how far and sometimes, how potent it was, too. It was one of the most puissant spells ever, capable of knocking down a raging lion away just as easy as one flicking a troublesome insect away with his fingers, and that was why it came as an astounding shock to Sir. Oswic when the thrilling energy that came with voicing out the spell had almost no effect on the tyronimic that was still charging towards him but now at an increased pace.Sir. Oswic didn't know what to do but the tyronimic did, it had to eat and that was what it was getting to.In the very last second, Sir. Oswic resolved to the only option he had to save himself - and
Silence fell upon the members of the Chamber of Duties that included the blue-eyed baldie, the expectant mother, the brown haired man whose nose extended like an hand fan - keeping his brown moustache in obscurity, Eallric Hancey of the Police Department, Wene Noelle from Ciburrh, Artin Dane - the leader of the Unity Board, Riyen Gosbald; the grand daughter of an ex leader of the board, Seignor Godbald, Gauwilh Chames - an endorsed attorney of theEventide Shore Law Firm, spiteful Troef’ny Uthane and other random members who had nothing peculiar.Cwena Engow was quiet, too.They all waited with hearts racing and brains receptive to chaos from a creature they knew not. Sir. Oswic - with a bleeding leg that had spread a warm, red liquid that covered more than half the entire ground, stood at the front of them all - a few metres, waiting for a howl or a three headed beast to jump into the alley. But, nothing.