“Oh no!” Mow yelled out loud. He tried to control himself midair but he was moving too fast and the force was not his creation to begin with. Wilson jumped at the branch separating himself from Mow and the snake’s head. The snake’s head moved towards Mow as well, mouth wide open. It was obvious the snake wanted to finish him in one bite. Mow looked on in horror, Wilson tried to catch up and the snake had its mouth wide open and seemed to be smiling.Mow grabbed a tree branch and swung himself around the branch landing on it. The rainbow snake seemed startled. This is not how it was supposed to go. It stretched and swung its tail again at Mo but he kicked off the branch, leaped over the tail and landed on another branch just above the snake’s head. The rainbow snake saw this move as an insult. It straightened itself to Mow’s length and looked straight at him.*BANG*Wilson punched the snake’s head with as much strength as he could muster.“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Wilson yelled in pain, h
*Ooh* *Ooh * *Aah* *Aah* The monkeys finally noticed him and their chattering became even more prominent. A horned-monkey at least two feet taller than Wilson dropped from the tree branch. Its fur was an intriguing blend of blue, white and grey.‘This monkey is definitely their community elder!’ Wilson thought to himself as he sat exasperatedly under the tree shade. At this point, the sun was setting over the horizon, not that it made much of a difference. After all, the trees were so densely packed, sun rays barely filtered through.The monkey looked curiously at him and then at his bag and inched closer to sniff at him.“Huh!! Oh thou great, handsome, benevolent and wisdom-filled elder of the monkey community. I humbly request a truce! To let bygones be bygones and for us to start afresh and on a clean slate!” Wilson said and smiled the biggest, sweetest smile his tired face could muster.The monkey elder’s curious face tilted in confusion as it contemplated. ‘How come this uni
The carriage rattled as it moved. Wilson banged his head against the surprisingly hard interior. He was sure old man Jenkins, who was doing all the riding and navigating, picked the carriage to punish him. Maybe there was even a better road but the old man chose this rough, potholed road with vines and roots creeping onto it. And with the ghostlike colors of these trees? Yes, it must be intentional! This petty, old man. Tsk. How long has this road been abandoned anyway? Wilson shook his head to chase away his troublesome thoughts, closed his eyes and tried to sleep, ignoring the several sudden movements.A sound jolted him awake and the movement of carriage ensured he fell off his seat, banging his head on the door opposite him.“Hey, kid! Come on out. Are you not tired of staying in there all the time? Go get us some food!” old man Jenkins spoke out.The sound of food woke him up properly.“Food?” Were they finally somewhere with some sort of civilization?“Yes! Food! Get out!”Wils
Chapter 30 – The OriginAll the oldies, except old man Jenkins and the toothless cane lady, immediately had goosebumps. He was willing to sacrifice his one and only granddaughter for a cause. They did not know if they were to respect his decision or to keep their distance from a patriot of his level. Does that not mean he would absolutely give them, his childhood and teenagehood friends, up for the cause as well if he had to? How scary! They unconsciously stepped away from him. Who knows if he would suddenly go crazy and claim they were spying for the nobles. As unlikely as that was, nothing was impossible at this point. After all, he already gave up his last surviving blood to be brainwashed to avoid her compromising the revolution. And what’s more, none of them could take him on. That will be them asking for some insanely painful death. He was the most skilled and the most dangerous. Nobody in this room had a higher body count than old man Jenkins. They could never forget when he fi
Back in Forest city, Wilson felt terrible. He was captured by the noble family whose son he had beaten up. He was tortured for days until he ‘mistakenly’ spilled the beans on his village. Luckily, they did not care about a remote, uncivilized place like that. The nobles gathered together in a very large, luxurious room . they were beginning to get frustrated with the fact that he was unwilling to reveal anything to them. They believed he had a secret backer somewhere in this city. How else could he have managed to hide from the police and the nobles and any slight sign of civilization for so long after he was successfully broken out of prison. They all saw him kill and seriously injure so many people before he was finally knocked out. With that kind of exhaustion, not to mention the amount of blood he lost while fighting, there was no way he could have snuck out of the prison hospital two hours later all by himself and without anyone noticing. “Nope, that is just not possible. And d
“So, will the kid be able to heal up?”“I don’t know! There are just too many factors involved.”“What are the chances?”“Twenty percent. I think!”“What do we need to increase the chances?”“A beast called the Dragonfly-hunter.”“I will go get it!”Wilson recognized that last voice. That was old man Jenkins’ voice.“Are there no alternatives? Dragonfly-hunters can only be found in places with extreme dark energy.”Wilson recognized this voice as well. It was the old cane lady.“There are alternatives. But they are a lot more difficult to find and even more difficult to capture alive. The chances of merely surviving in their habitats is already low enough, you will have to go to Planetria’s capital city before finding anybody who will be willing to take the risks. And unless you are willing to spend all our money on him, there is no way we can hire them!”“We will just stick to the dragonfly-hunters. I know where to get them anyway.” Old man Jenkins said.“You don’t mean the slum, rig
Wilson found himself at an expansive piece of land with large and small buildings and about a thousand people; some in groups, some alone, moving around doing their own thing. It was very well a city. He was confused. How did he get here? He had no idea. Where was he? He had no idea. Who were these people? He had no idea. All he knew was that he was very lost or he at least was feeling very lost.“Oh, Wilson! I have been looking for you!” A voice sounded behind him. He turned around and saw old man Jenkins’ daughter jogging towards him with a smile directed at him. He watched her approach him. Why was she smiling at him? She looked very beautiful. How come he was just taking note of this after all this while. Damn, she is one heck of a beauty when she is not frowning. Wait, why is she here? Is this where she lives? Is she the reason he is here? Also, when did she start smiling at him? If he remembered correctly, he was always rude towards her. He never said or did something nice enou
Several months later, Wilson could still not find a way out. So, he stopped trying and eventually, he realized, to his surprise, that he had gotten used to his situation. Every day followed the same simple routine.Every morning, he would wake up late. Breakfast already cooked and Alice waiting for him at the table. She would greet him good morning with a slight blush on her face. That was enough to tell him something happened between them the previous night but he never once remembered precisely what happened, no matter how hard he tried to. Not even a blurry image came to mind. Then, they would take a stroll around the entire community, which was by no means small. They would visit the stores to see what was new and how business was going for them. Then, they would go to see old man Jenkins and his bald friend at the city’s largest watch tower to hear about the latest news which was usually the same old boring stuff about the weather and the hunters’ expectancy for high beast yield