The Nobles took a moment to process what Z had just said. They just stared at each other, their eyes wide, trying to commune through their orbs. Sloane, who’s still annoyed by Z’s superior act, faked a laugh.
“Honestly, You Former Skipper, you almost got me there.” She slapped her legs, still going on with her fake laugh. “Do you really think there really are wolves out here? Come on! We’re at the school!”
Z shook her head, feeling the pack drawing nearer and nearer while they’re stalling. There would be no point arguing with her now. They must evacuate as soon as possible. With only four fighting Wielders, they wouldn’t stand a chance against the enormous prowess wolves possessed.
Anastasia and the twins, their hands intertwined firmly with each other, turned frozen in their seats, their breathing rather fast. Z didn’t blame them. Wolves were ancient creatures known to have battled Henmulga to death, p
The Nobles had no idea that their morning jog would be disrupted by a never-before-seen scene. Seven Wielders were lying unconscious to the field. Sloane and Karina were near each other. They didn’t have many wounds, unlike Jake whose legs were torn apart. Anastasia was lying five meters away from them, her hands raised, her unresponsive eyes wide open. Meanwhile, the twins were lying on top of Blame whose bodies were filled with blisters and burns.“What the hell?” said one of the Nobles as his eyes traveled past the Wielders and was set to the wolves. There wasn’t energy surrounding their body, their bones visible over their ripped skin. They were lying on the pool of blood quite afar from the Wielders; however, even if the wolves were dead, the Nobles were still wary of their presence that they forgot for a little while about their comrades lying helpless on the ground.It was until Mr. Porche arrived did the others were forced into action. S
“You’re the reaper!” There was conviction and anger in his voice. Zephaniah racked her brains for the seer’s identity and remembered he’s named Stuart, a seer from the Masaque Empire who illegally crossed the border to join forces with Henry. They’re both about twenty-five years old and was branded a fugitive in their early twenties. The Council was yet to know the reason why they’re collecting strings, but they guessed they just wanted to prolong their life. In case it’s something more, Zephaniah was also tasked to unravel it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” She looked around the trees, squinting. She didn’t need to be a seer or a sensory Wielder to know that Stuart came to fetch her alone. It’s a brave feat considering the reputation Zephaniah had built. Stuart’s midnight-black orbs flickered, yellowish threads circling the line of her irises up to the centermost part of it. At once, he’d seen Zephaniah running away with Stuart lying on th
“So you’re finally awake!” said Michelle, her hands folded across her chest. She was wearing the Skipper’s uniform, her curly hair tied in a bun, paving the way to her bitchy features.“What’s happened?” was the first question Z could come up with. Her whole body was still throbbing, her hands a little numb. A part of her was still under the delusion that she’s back on the very first mission she received directly from Henmulga.Of course, the mission was a success but because she was drained of energy, she was unable to clean the mess. She had to answers many queries as to why she was surrounded by corpses. It was fortunate that Henmulga silenced them, for she was having a hard time finding the right words to say.The criminals’ deeds, apparently, were only discovered right after they were dead. They were cunny enough to create a clone of their victims and put it under the care of the parents. However, this c
Silence greeted Z the moment she woke up. Only the crickets were singing a lullaby from outside. Though the rhythm they were orchestrating was low and serene, it didn’t, in any way, tone down the rapid beat of her heart.The curtains were still drawn around her bed. Its whiteness only made Z feel worse. She needed to get out of here as soon as she could to prepare the head of the headmaster. There was no backing down now. She only had two days and hesitation would never be able to help her battle the headmaster. What she needed now was a concrete plan. For that, she needed a place to make her mind work, and this place wouldn’t do the trick.Sighing, Z started plucking the small tubes piercing her wrists, closing her eyes as she started feeling a little dizzy. She then fumbled on her feet, breathing heavily as her chest throb.‘This is not good!’ she thought.There’s no way she could be closer to getting the headmaster’s
Z’s heart was heavy as she sat cross-legged in the middle of the field. It’s been over two hours and, despite the glares of the sun, she was still yet to complain. She didn’t know if anyone noticed her absence, but she bet they would. But like usual, they wouldn’t care enough to look for her.That wasn’t her concern, though. It was the fact that no matter how drenched her uniform gets, she remained clueless as to how she’d get the headmaster’s head. There’s no way she could be toe to toe with him, especially that she had no shadow and her life-energy wouldn’t be of use unless she had a death wish.Far from that, she also felt a little concerned about what the Nobles would feel after they hear her betrayal. It would really turn out to be a big disappointment for them, considering their jubilant screams and upfront acceptance for her existence. Somehow, she’s having a second thought of being a murderer.B
Z could almost taste the tension as she smirked, still sitting on the desk, the headmaster clenching his fist, glaring at her. The council members, meanwhile, pointed their spear at Z. She didn’t know much about the council in this era, but she’s a bit disappointed that they’re already hiring weaklings, or at least that’s how she perceived it.Turning her back at the headmaster, she raised her brows at the council members. “So, what are you three doing here?”“It’s none of your concern,” said one of them, his silvery voice sounding distant.Faking a gasp, Z moved back a little, swaying her crossed legs, her left hand on her chest. “That’s very rude of you, Sir!”“It is of the Council’s root to keep everything they do confidentially, Zephaniah. I thought you, of all Wielder, knew that.”“Well, Luis, unlike you, I do consider change in whatever I do. Time-
The tension was palpable as Luis and Zephaniah glared at each other. They have about ten meters distance and a dagger in both hands. Behind them was the half-body of the sun peering beyond the horizon, excited for what’s to take place but had no time to spare. As the sky turned to a deeper blue, a tint of indigo already visible, together with the tiny, twinkling stars, Luis walked closer to Z, his midnight-blue robe whipping in the air. He stopped right in front of her.“I cannot use my shadow,” he started, his weathered face void with emotion. “One attempt and the council members would be able to interfere in this battle. This is one-way of leveling the playing field. Now, it’s fair and square. At the end of the night, one of us will have to sleep… forever.”Z clenched her fist, narrowing her eyes. As far as she knew, Luis was the Wielder of memory. It’s a very tricky prowess that took advantage of a foes’ life to
The death of the legendary Luis was known only to Z. She who buried him at the outskirt of the forbidden forest cried a bucket of tears, her hands shaking hard as it clenched on the shovel. Humming a lullaby, she reminded herself that Luis’s sacrifices would save more lives, though it never gave her a sense of reassurance. On the contrary, it made her feel lonely as ever; she now faced uncertainties with the battles she would soon encounter. But as a consolation prize, she’d be able to see George’s face once again and also for the last time. Her hands were still shaking as she sat on top of the grave, looking up at the moon that was the sole witness of everything that had happened. As usual, it wouldn’t be able to do anything as she went about her day, trying to forget the corpses she buried. Luis’s crimson blood would forever put a scar on Z’s palm. She could still feel its warmth even though she already wiped it off. “How many lives have I taken? Ho