Every single person in the cavern stopped in their tracks. Then, two more explosions erupted coming from outside. Their fear grew when one person burst from the exit tunnel.
“Raid! There’s a raid!” someone shouted.
As the knight got distracted, two darts struck his throat. The Green Bit pair went forward with blowguns in their hands. They surrounded the knight as he turned into dust without anyone noticing.
My friends and I had our expressions distorted into shock.
“How brutal,” Li murmured.
A couple of more explosions, a Blood Eagle bellowed, “EVERYONE, GET OUT!”
“What?” Raja was surprised when hundreds of stamping feet shook the ground.
They were pouring into the exit. Soon, more people burst from the three tunnels. They were all racing toward the surface as well. Even the prisoners were escaping, but at a snail pace because of the iron balls attached to their legs.
“Something is not right,” I said.
“Me too,”
“See, my lords,” we could hear Aurelius talking to the Storm Brothers from a distance, “I told you they would take this exit.” Masaru grunted in acknowledgment. Everyone from our side was exchanging each other’s worrisome stares. The Blood Eagles’ shield wall stretched about a third of the clearing in a crescent formation; with their weapons aimed at the hole, our escape would be difficult. Aurelius turned his attention back to us at the hole, still hiding inside the underground airfield. “I know you’re in there, Anne. Would you mind if you can come out and talk like old friends we once were?” Several brow-raising glares fell on the chief. “You two know each other?” Wilt asked. “Unfortunately, yes,” she answered out loud. “Oh, don’t be like that, my dear,” Aurelius exclaimed. “We haven’t seen each other since the peace signing in War’s End —” “Where are the warheads?” She cut him off. “Anne, please,” Aurelius coaxed. “O
After several minutes of running, we heard another warhead ascending. It was getting louder. “We’re getting close.” Chief Bess alarmed us to get ready to attack. “Do you think we’re expecting resistance when we reach the airfield?” Li asked. “Absolutely,” Raja replied. “Aurelius was one step ahead of us before we started all this. We need to think of something once we arrive there.” A light bulb popped above my head. “Commander, let me borrow your shield and launch me straight for their airfield.” They all blinked. Wilt tilted his head, recognizing my intention. “Do what he said, Commander.” Raja nodded in approval. When he stopped running, a golden shield materialized in front of me. The second I grabbed it, Raja mustered all his might to throw me headlong, but not before raising the shield when tearing through the canopy. Soaring above the treetops, the airfield was straight ahead. Once I was near, my skin began to crawl, urg
“It’s Cutler.” Miranda recognized the person who tackled Raja. However, the enemy commander wasn’t human. Standing two and a half meters tall, he was a half-man half-lion, dressed like a Pharaoh and armed with a pair of long bronze knives. “We’d just split up a minute ago,” he cackled behind his feral smile. “Who would’ve thought that I’d be the one who finds you first.” Back on his feet, Raja dashed toward him, with shields and spears appearing in his hands. However, Cutler dodged all his thrusts, as well as Chief Bess’s arrows flying toward him with such godly speed and grace that he got a chance to bite Raja’s fifth arm. He yelped in pain, though he managed to smack the enemy commander with one of his shields, stumbling him several yards before hiding behind a tree to avoid the arrows. “Sloppy as usual, Raja,” Cutler taunted. “Still in your first-stage form? It’s a waste that your god chose your pampered hide.” Raja bared his gritting teeth at him.
“Brunch is here.” Alex let some townsfolk who brought food into our lodge. It was afternoon. We slept in the living room after getting back in town at sunrise. We didn’t have the strength to go upstairs, still heavy in grief and exhaustion after everything had happened last night. Sinchi and Danny’s groups also got back with the giant adamantite shortly after we arrived. With that, our quest was a success… at what cost? Wilt was gone. Marseille and Deborah were chasing after the flying warheads. Nine people from Sinchi and Danny’s groups got recalled during their escape from the enemies’ pursuit, including four freed prisoners. No cheers, no celebration, just a bitter victory. “We have to eat,” Alex said once the townsfolk left after placing our meal on the dining table. We were lying on sofas and the carpet. Zeki was also with us. He was equally dejected and weary. “How can you say that after what happened to Wilt?” Brock frowned. Alex was the only o
“By the gods,” Zeki gasped. It was an airfield, the same one back in Hammerhorn. From both sides of the strip, there were also rows of winged warheads, hundreds of them. Mrs. Smith told us they had shown Raja, Wilt, and Marseille this place after the Eagles’ first raid. The airfield was once an important base from the last Great War. Only the Green Bits, Aurelius, and Mayflower’s oldest members knew about it. The Guildmaster of Green Bit revealed this secret to the Mayflowers after they settled Rockflower. The two guilds were hoping to keep it as leverage against anyone who threatened the Sleeping King Forest. “Does King Martel have something to do with Heaven One?” I asked. “No, no, no,” Chief Bess said in her late king’s defense. “That was all Aurelius’s idea. The airfield back in Hammerhorn was new to us. We don’t even know how he managed to acquire those warheads and how their airfield came to be. We were as surprised as everyone.” “He was
“What?” we all said in bemusement. “Vainamoinen,” Alex repeated. “He’s a magic god with a magical voice.” Many of us twisted our tongues trying to pronounce her god’s name. “You already know where I came from, so there’s no need to tell you that again.” “I see,” the Shaolin began. “Then mine’s Guan Yu. He was a great general from ancient times. And this was his famous weapon.” He raised the Green Dragon before us. “Hang on, Guan Yu’s a god?” I remembered him from the book,Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which was based on actual Chinese history, but I only knew its summary. Li nodded. “We have a small temple dedicated to him in my village.” “That means your powers are based on everything about the general,” I said. “And also a city god from what I’ve heard,” Zeki added. “Unfortunately, the Blood Eagles knew how to counter city braves like you, so don’t bother to use your powers.” “I see,” Li swallowed in disappoin
There was no need to tell another hundredth story about an American soldier stationed in the Philippines who fell in love with a Filipino woman. I was ten years old when I met my dad for the first time. It took him a decade to get me and my mom to migrate to America. Living without a father for years was quite painful; I was so happy that my family became whole at last. Well, I thought we were happy. As the years went by, their constant arguing was getting worse, so was dad’s drunken tirade. Mom, who was trying to keep our family from separating, had taken a toll on her mental health. She always told me to focus on my studies for my future. However, the school wasn’t as memorable either. Even after becoming an American citizen, people still saw me as a foreigner, something of an oddity, especially every time I stepped into a cafeteria. As time passed, I never became what people called an outgoing person, even when I was with whom I called friends. Even at home, I co
“I-I didn’t know what happened after that. It all went black, but on the next day. Mom disappeared. My dad and I had been searching for her for weeks. And when we found her, she… we had to admit her to an institution. But dad kept drinking and drinking afterward. He always reminded me everything that happened to mom was all my fault. I was worried he might hurt me next when his drinking became worse, so I ran away.” I pressed my eyes against my hands as tears finally burst out. “I want to go back home — my real home. I want to go back to the Philippines. But, what am I supposed to do? I’m just a kid. I don’t even know what to do anymore. There was this bridge where I could clear my head sometimes in the past. But after what happened to my mom, I was always there almost every day. But after all the things that happened, I… I….” “It’s not your fault,” Katie said. “Yes, it is!” I sobbed with my fists shaking. “I could have blamed dad. I want to punch him