Old man Jenkins yelled as he ran towards the swordsman. His intention was to charge right through him. No human, beast, spirit or god would stop him from saving the boy. Now that his head was in the clear, he felt very guilty and thought it was his responsibility to keep Wilson alive. The swordsman raised his left hand and turned it anticlockwise as if he was tampering with a safe lock. Old man Jenkins immediately felt himself slow down a little. It was just by a little, barely noticeable but that was all the swordsman needed to take control. The swordsman swung his double handed silver claymore at old man Jenkins. Old man Jenkins knew that he was a goner if that claymore touched him. His pupils turned green and thick green mist flowed out of him to meet up with the swordsman’s sword. The sword corroded badly and by the time it hit old man Jenkins, it was pretty much just rust. The green misty veil that covered old man Jenkins’ body further corroded the sword and it broke just millise

Wilson woke up abruptly with a gasp. He could feel someone holding on to him tightly. He could feel a certain kind of involuntary movement. It felt like he was being moved at an insane speed even though there was no movement in his body. His insides felt like it was being squeezed and twisted by some invisible forces. It was a confusing and very uncomfortable feeling for him. He tried to open his eyes but then found out it was already opened. It was just so dark around him, it was as if his eyes were still closed. Slowly, his eyes somehow adjusted to the darkness around him and he was able to make out bits of existences zooming past him occasionally or perhaps, it was him that was crazily zooming past them. Wilson could not make the slightest sense of it. It was confusing to say the least. Wilson tried to move his hands but the hand was gripping him firmly, his hands were gripped along with his waist. He struggled a little more and the grip got firmer, hurting Wilson a little in the p

John and his seven year old son, Bryan, had ventured out of their small recluse village into the wild some couple weeks ago, in search of a rare medicinal plant that only sprouted once a year in small quantities. They lived in a geographical location that had only two seasons each year; summer which ranged from March till sometime around November and winter with the time range of November till February.The rare plant they were actively searching for, known as the ‘Summer ice plant’, had a very short life cycle, sprouting during the last two weeks of summer and dying in the first two weeks of winter. They were plants of great significance as they could cure all the common illnesses and even some rare kinds that involved ability cells. It was most useful for elemental ability users; those with fire, ice, earth and wind and related abilities as well. It was also an essential ingredient in the making of a certain kind of elixir for awakening the stagnant cells of those who have been conf

Wilson walked nonstop out of the small rural village and through the plain fields for the next one week. He was beginning to believe that those horned monkeys had left an indelible 'aggression mark' of some sort on him. After all, even though he ran away and avoided being seen, some stray horned monkeys still tried to mob him. He walked on and on, refusing to stop for reasons he would rather keep to himself out of embarrassment. His feet were filled with blisters and frostbite, he could barely walk, not to mention that he was extremely cold and would have been colder if he had not grabbed a woolen coat on his way out of the village. He regretted not stopping to take any footwears. Even slippers would have been better than nothing, right?He was hungry and tired and had not stopped running these past three days due to three white-furred horned monkeys. Who knew there were white horned monkeys, anyway? Wilson remembered himself being stunned at the beauty of the white fur as he stared f

"Damn, this dude is a lot more ripped than I initially thought. What kind of sh*t must he have gone through to have become dried up like that?" Jim muttered to himself as Wilson's body went through some highly needed transformation...(or is it restoration?)Wilson's only winter coat was already ripped off by Jim and was replaced by another. It was the extra wolf-fur winter coat Jim had in his backpack. Jim looked at his bag and sighed with emotion as he thought of how much difficulty he went through before he could afford it. Space related items like bags, rings, bracelets, televisions, literally anything, were insanely expensive and for poor or financially average people like him, they were also rare and created big targets on the owner's backs.Jim stopped to pick Wilson up and ran at a place that he believed would be best for long distances (you know, not too fast that one will be easily exhausted but not too slow, either). After all, the tiger might still decide to come for their