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He didn’t wake to see angels carrying him to his place of reward. No, there was a certain stillness he hadn’t expected would greet his arrival to heaven. He had thought the heavens to be a place where it would all be packed filled with kids running around playing ‘catch me if you can’ and the matured checking out their fancy wagons which were plated with pure gold. Instead, there was silence, a deafening one. He opened his eyes as he heard someone calling his name. Creased brows and pale blue eyes stared into his. He sat up, the image getting clearer by the second. It didn’t make sense though. Cordelia shouldn’t be standing before him like nothing had happened. Ten hells! He had left her there all but ready to die. What had happened?

He surveyed the area to see a number of his attackers now on the floor. This included a big-headed, bug-like thing that had been most determined to quench his life. He wondered what Nora could have done that triggered the death of all of them and without much time. She doesn't have magic. There's no question about that. If she’s done this, she definitely had some help. Then he saw Harris. His features were greatly modified. Where fingers had been now sprouted tendrils and he was shooting them at the invaders with a soldier’s gravitas. Two outgrowths stood on his forehead like antennas making him resemble snails. Harris turned suddenly to look at him and he was caught staring. Harris gave him a wink and turned back to the battle. George was pleased they now had a formidable addition to their side. He watched as Harris tore the lunarlings from the sky like no man’s business.
Harris’ presence alone could have given them so much edge but the creatures just kept out point out from the sky like water cascading from the top of a cliff. He and Cordelia exchanged a look. She had her hand in Harris’. George read it as some sort of moral support as the young lad kept providing the offensive at the new lunarlings as they continued the onslaught.
They looked evenly matched now. The number of Thorank folks losing breath was proportional to the number of lunarlings going down. Their combined effort was enough to counter the attack. That was not until the ground began to shake and a new terror came to light.
Black slug-like creatures began pouring from the skies like rain and as they touched anything, they made them rot within twinkle of an eye. It was like nothing George had seen or read, not even in his vilest dreams. They hadn’t prepared for anything like this. It was happening so fast that soon, only few of the sons were standing. The others had been taken down with their flesh eroding
Nothing George could conjure, no spell he could throw could counter them fast enough. They were losing out and very fast too.
“What the hell do we do now?” Cordelia asked, her hand still tangled with Harris’ who was also lost for ideas. George looked at them and wished he could say he had an idea. This was nothing like he had ever imagined. The best thing would be for them to prevent the black daemons from touching them.

Black daemon? Where had that come from?

He had given them a name that he knew was proper. But, how was he going to defeat them? He evaluated his options. He had his magic with him. Harris could shoot tendrils and Mr. Logan had superhuman strength. From the look of things, they could forge some kind of combined attack. George tried to think up a spell that would shield them from the creatures. He needed something like a screen, a thick firm impenetrable to anyone outside. The words came to him as soon as he thought about it.

“Gather around!” he bellowed. Harris and Cordelia complied and Mr. Logan too, tearing away from the onslaught, ran towards them. He had taken a large piece of brick, no doubt debris from one of the fallen houses and had been using it to shield himself. George wondered how it was possible for him, even in his state, to have weathered the weight of the piece in lifting it up for so long.

The remaining sons alive also fell behind him. They fell in lines behind George, Harris and Mr. Logan. They were going to be leading the charge.
George told Harris to extend his tendrils as he would set fire on them and Mr. Logan should try and made sure none of the daemons got close.

“Annum Encystem!”

A thick firm like a great giant bubble encircled them, separating the rest of the battle ground. The slugs, somehow seeing what had happened, edged towards them. They approached with speed for creatures so slimy. Hideous eyes protruded from their heads like antenna. George noticed from the side of his eyes as Cordelia touched the firm to ensure it could shield them. He could smell her fear like it was acridous liquid. He saw some color return to her face when she realized it was solid.

George ordered for the remainder of the first sons with them to send fire towards the approaching back daemons. They complied and shot fire at them, Harris also using his tendrils to attack, lighting them up in fire. The fire engulfed the ugly creatures and for a moment, George thought they had prevailed. The fire drifted backwards with smoke lingering. As the smoke fog cleared, the slugs still remained, only they edged faster and with more violence.

The daemons began leaping forward like frogs, frantic rumbling filling the space. The fear is notable in their breaths. As the first set of the ugly things reach the firm, they begin poking at the firm. It didn’t budge. Soon the others joined in until they formed a big lump. They poked on the firm with a speed that was unnatural. George began to feel his hold on the firm fade.

“George please! Don’t let go!” Cordelia begged. She was already shaking, fear visible in her eyes. George wished he could hug her and tell her he wasn’t going to let go. It wasn’t true though and he knew that any moment, he would have exhausted his restraint and they’d all be vulnerable.

MAcSEEKER:
#pabon the way the story d slow d make me ask myself wether u b one of buhari's campaign team or if u be follow atiku fly go U.S

LOL. I don't do politics, for now. I will find time to write here today. I never knew you were following this story. Well done!


#MADEOFMORE!!!

repogirl:
I don't sell directly anymore

Hmm... repogirl! Doing your thing on my story thread! I don't mind sha. It's just that it's derailing the thread. I actually like your presence here.

Wish you and yours all the best!

Fazemood:
Wow pabon, this is amazing . happy new year man

Thanks. I'm coming back to round up soon. Let me just finish with this bit of work.

This is really inspiring.

Ojusco:
pabon
Happy New Year

Thanks Ojusco.

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BlessedNiel:
This your imaginations Ehhh! Thank goodness I read it in the afternoon.
Nice update yet again
Happy New Year Mr Pabon

I wish you the same BlessedNiel.

It's going to be a very good 2019!

Wadewaltz:
Hell is other people!,how could u write such a story for d eyes to read?,I think I shud put on my glasses so I dont see

I'm not understanding.

A flying fireball came approaching him. He ducked just in time to evade it. He looked up to see his assailant. His stomach rumbled at the sight. Silhouetted in the sky, the creature's mouth hung open as greenish slime trickled out. It had the head of a shark but its body bore semblance to a hippopotamus. It was heading for his direction with amazing speed for something that heavy.
George aimed a stunning spell at it.

"Nostram!"

The creature stopped in its track and fell down to the earth with a thud, raising dust in its fall. Confirming it was dead, George turned his attention again to the sky where a ravenous monkey had appeared. It had hands that were hairless and large. It had a mouth that could pass for a beak and was attempting to set fire to their house.

“Wrong house you idiot,” George said as he stupefied the creature with the same stunning spell. It dropped to the ground with a speed faster than the other had been.

George turned to see Mr. Logan contending seriously with a bat-winged bear. Mr. Logan attacked with such an aggressiveness he hadn’t imagined the man possessed. Looking into his face as he doubled for him in the assault, he realized he didn't know this man at all. Quite well, the same cloak hung unto his fatherly frame but the face was different. His brows were creased and George thought he saw the evil eye as he acknowledged his presence. He had to concentrate on not trying to discern what had happened to his mentor. Tried as much as he could, it didn’t work. Not when felt strands of hair prick him as he came in contact with the older man’s body. Mr. Logan had never liked keeping hairs on his body. Something had definitely happened to him.

What could have happened while he was away?

There was no time to find out as the creature had begun piling them with fireballs that needed extinguishing. As George quelled the assault, he watched with uncanny interest as Mr. Logan jumped up with such vehemence that George feared he would sprain his ankles. However, he met his target and with one big swoop, tore it down. He tore the animal apart with his bare hands. George didn’t know what to make of this and for that moment, he forgot about the battle and just watched Mr. Logan do his damage. It was like watching as your favorite athlete competes in a competition. He liked the new Mr. Logan however strange he now seemed. All through their preparation for this battle, he had wondered how he was going to protect the old man. He had even once proposed that Mr. Logan get to a safe place, like the fort where the elixir was being kept. Mr. Logan had out rightly refused the idea and said it was only cowards that feared the inevitable.

“Had did you do that?” he asked as Mr. Logan got up from decimating the creature. He gave George a smirk as he turned around to look at him.

“Some things are better left unsaid George.”

Although George wanted to reply, he had the feeling Mr. Logan needed what he was seeing kept silent. And when did he ever get called by name by Mr. Logan?

He shoved the anxiety out of his mind and looked to the battle raging before him. He was surprised at what he saw. It was like the sky had broken loose and all of hell let loose. They weren’t many of them when he sent out the instructions. Now, every available space was filled with the stench and cruelty of these demons that he wondered if he could really do anything. The sons of Thorank were doing their best to withstand the attacks and were already failing at it. He watched as one of them dropped to the floor as one of the creatures bit into him. Its teeth sank in like a pickaxe on muddy soil. The Son cried out as his flesh began to deteriorate at a fast pace. George recognized him immediately. That was Sanie, a teenage boy, about his age, who had showed him so much kindness since he came to the realm. George looked straight at the creature that was already coming for him. His fingers contracted into a fist as he felt the adrenaline seeping into his veins, shot at the creature a damning spell.

“Valun decimal!” What he had sent out was a curse that ate its victim ten times the normal rate. Its entrails would dry up before he could even think of doing something about it. He would never use this against a human but this creature more than deserved it. He watched as it fell close to the Son it had bitten and George saw the light go out of its eyes. He ran to it, not satisfied that it had just gone that like that without screaming out in pain. It was dead before he got there. George turned to the Son and in his eyes were the look of plea. George knew there wasn’t anything he could do about him and this made him angrier. The Son’s blood trickled out like a broken tap and his hold on George’s arm loosened until his body went limp.

George got up then and began attacking every single one of the creatures he could find with a killing curse. He shot them down with the ease of lighting up a flame. The anger in him helped his course as rage flared, his focus sharpened, and his spells met their target. In a matter of minutes, he had struck down more of the creatures that many of the other Sons put together. However, he was beginning to feel weak and the more lunarlings he killed, the more of them that remained. They had to be multiplying. There was no way they could be this many.
As George felt the strength giving way, his thought drifted from the battle to Cordelia whom he had left in the woods. He had to be strong for her. It had been his wish to get this battle done, at least his bit before going back to rescue her. He couldn’t give up. She had to be alive. He wished he had the same psychic connection he shared with her that he did with the Thorank fellows. He needed to know that she was alright.
Every spell he threw now was making him weaker and he didn’t dare stop. Not when a lot of the lunarlings now focused on him and were firing their deathly shots at him with the obvious intent to kill him. He fell to the ground no longer able to keep his footing. The creatures took this as a cue to finish him and they begin directing all their assault at him. Even those who had been finishing off the Throrank fellows left them and turned their focus to him. George scanned helplessly for Mr. Logan but he was nowhere to be found, at least not among those still left standing. Any moment now.

He made a last grasp effort to repel the lunarlings. He had to do the repelling curse that would jab them all and send them miles backward. This however needed strength. He needed to raise his hands but the strength was not there anymore. At last, he surrendered to his unforeseen fate. The first of the band of fireballs tore down. A scream rent the air as he felt the burning sensation.

BlessedNiel:
I enjoy every bit of your story Mr. Pabon.
Keep up the good work.

Thanks

I am interested in the job.

When George returned to the realm, he was greeted with chaos. Debris littered the walkways and a good number of houses had been raced down to the ground. As he ran, he found it difficult breathing through the smoke that clung to his nostrils. He could hear the screams of the women from a distance. He ran like he'd never done all his life. He was already regretting not giving the instructions earlier. Why had he waited till the Solstice had begun?

They could already be injured, or worse dead and it will be his fault. All over again.

When he arrived at the courtyard where the Sons of Thorank had been waiting, he met them disheveled and in no shape for a fight. Some were wounded and were being tended to. Seeing the looks on their faces was enough to tell him they were disappointed but it was their defiance to his instructions that spoke more than anything.

"Why should we go when you cannot even lead us? You cannot even do magic yourself. Are you not just sending us to our death?" It was one of the third sons that had spoken.

George was surprised one of the sons of Thorank could question his authority. He hadn't been expecting it. He felt the anger rising slowly seeping into his fingertips where a fire would flare in minutes. He had to control it.

Reason over emotions.

Though it would feel good striking the son down, far more pressing issues had to be dealt with. Plus, they needed as many good hands as they could get. There was an evil to be dealt with and truthfully there was a need to pacify these men, assure them that he was every inch prepared for the war which was already looming like snow on Christmas morning. They need to know that he wouldn’t abandon them in the heat of battle. He chose his next words before speaking them knowing quite well that they were going to be weighed like coals on wooden scales.

The sons of Thorank would be feeling that I am incapable of leading them to the battle. He thinks to himself. However, there’s no time. Every minute spent not acting could be devastating.

“I’m sorry but there’s no time for deliberating my intentions. I am the chosen one. I am the prophesied and it is my duty to lead you to battle. You will follow my orders as we try to defend the realm.” The Thorank fellow who had questioned his authority stifled a grunt but George hears it and looks him squarely in the eye.

“Do you have something to say?” The Thorank fellow eyes him back as though welcoming a challenge but then his shoulders slumped in defeat. He had seen the finger at George’s side lit with fire, the same color that the king’s eyes now burned.

“Nothing my…y king!”

“Better.”

“Now, you, the first sons,” he pointed to the red-marked headed sons, “are to take position at the centre of the realm. You will fight fire with fire and you will not abandon your post for anything. So much depends on you. You have the ability to work with fire and you will be required to redirect as many fireballs as you can. You will ensure that there is very little damage done from the lunarlings.” George wondered where the name had come from. It was even surprising the way he was dishing out the instructions. One would think he had this rehearsed but in truth he only just said the words as they came into his mind, which was at this moment like a fountain of unheard knowledge, the words he spoke cascaded from them like rivulets full of wisdom. From the way the Sons looked at him, he could tell they thought the same way too. He was quite surprised as well but he tried hard to conceal this from the people. They needed to trust in his guidance.

“Second sons are to station themselves are to also join the first sons at the centre of the battle. Use your giant size to take down as many of these creatures as you can. You will act as our main offensive while the first sons will be your cover. For now I want you to forget about your worries, your deepest fears and focus on weathering the storm, on protecting the realm. That should be your desire, your passion, and your drive.”

Then he pointed to the fourth sons. He could feel their hearts, they were equally as scared as he was but like him, they concealed it. “You will ride the wind and help put your brothers in the war. You are our legs and eyes. You will be on the lookout...” he whirled to turn to the third sons.

“To you I give a solemn task. I have heard of the sudden surprise. It is one of the ancient weapons wielded by the force unknown. They walk on two and should make their way here. You are to shield the realm.” They numbered fifty and as he spoke, George could feel a sorrow burrowing its way into his heart. For that brief moment, he doubted that he had spoken rightly. He knew that soon, all or if lucky, many of these men would be no more. He watched them all dispatch and scatter into different directions like dust to the wind. He knelt down immediately he saw the last one depart, his knees finding wet earth. He was dead scared of what was to happen. He bent his head to the ground and muttered a prayer.

“I do this for you father. I do this to release those and that which binds you. See me through!” He didn’t believe his father would hear but he needed to believe something at that moment, something to give him confidence. A hand gripped his shoulder that very moment.

“Rise son. The sky beckons, the creatures of darkness approach.”

He had no time to reply Mr. Logan as the realm was suddenly soaked in darkness. Even the flame he conjured couldn’t break the darkness. It didn’t take long before he psychically heard the first scream of a fallen Thorank and many others followed.

I will be back to edit this piece. Enjoy and leave your comments

Pheezie:
Thanks for the mention Pabon.
I must commend you for this story.
It's a masterpiece.
It's not everyday someone get to read supernatural & adventure story on NL.
Also about your question...
I'll gladly buy your story if you put it for sale so far if you give assurance that it's good.
I just will like to call your attention to something first.
Have you read story like False Pretences by repogirl?
That story is a masterpiece but she decided to take it to her blog or okadabooks for sale and she lose alot of readers.
That's why i'll always respect Centino the writer of 225 Katakata Street,He frankly said he won't take his story to okadabooks to make 200naira airtime and lose his readers and recognition as a writers.
I strongly will like you to consider your options well because most readers don't buy book from site.
I pray God help you to publish out in a real book soon(est)
I am Pheezie.

I see. Thanks for letting me know your opinion.

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22

George held Cordelia’s hand as they ran back. Soon, it is going to be twelve and the sons of Thorank had been specifically instructed not to act until they receive instructions. The night sky was getting increasingly darker as though it was going to rain. George beckoned on Cordelia to not get tired now.

“We cannot stop now, Cordie. It’s too risky” She was slowing down and therefore, making it difficult for him to hold onto her. Cold breeze was beginning to stir and George believed that it was going to rain.

Just when you think it can’t get any worse! He half muttered to himself. Cordelia, normally light-footed and a better sprinter than himself, was surprisingly slow the very time that being fast mattered.

“What’s the matter Cordie? You are not usually this slow!”
“I can’t help it myself, George. It feels like my energy is being sapped away.” At this point, she slumped down and sat on the bare earth, her cloth obviously ruined. This wasn’t the Cordie he knew. She would always be mindful of herself irrespective of the situation. Whatever was happening to her was really serious.

What am I going to do?

Just then, he heard a cry that made the ground beneath shake and the sky seemed to give a shrill. He bent down, holding his hands in his head. He felt like he was going to give up his sanity. The voices, the screams, everything didn’t seem right. It suddenly felt like being here was the safest thing for him.

“It’s the Blood Solstice. See!” Cordelia pointed to the sky for him to see. The sky had given way at the far corner to their right to a moon stained a dark red. It was like the moon was bleeding. It was like nothing he’d ever seen.

“Oh my gosh! Oh my! What do I do?” visibly shaking he bent to Cordelia. “I can’t leave you here.”

“You’d have to George. The people won’t do anything without you. We’d lose if that happens.”

“But…”
“GO!”
George gave her one last look and kissed her forehead before getting up and running like his life depended on it. Indeed, his and the lives of the people he had come to see as his depended on it. If anything should happen, he would have failed them.

He ran as fast as his leg could carry. Then, he began to see them drop from the sky. They were creatures like he’d never seen. They had the beak of eagles but the bodies of lions in their prime. Their eyes were bloodshot like they’d been smoking some serious shit. They had a certain grace in the skies you wouldn’t attribute to creatures that heavy. As they approached, they poured fires from their mouth and consumed trees in their wake. George had to duck down a number of times but no matter what, he couldn’t stop for anything. He had to return in time to give the people the instruction they needed to act. He ran like a mad dog, wounded and crazy. He was coursing on more with adrenaline than with strength. The only thing he saw was he dishing out instructions to the sons of Thorank. They were the only one that had what it took to savage the realm. And Mr. Logan…George feared he may be in danger. If he used his magic and the sons of Thorank didn’t act, then all of the attention would be on him. He would be in great danger. He ran all the more until he got hit by a fireball, the size of a fist. He fell to the floor with a thud, his clothes burnt where he had been hit.

PUFF! He coughed out with bile rising in his throat. He had a barrage of emotions right now. Anger, fear, sadness.

Everything pointed to the fact that he had failed his people. He tried getting back up but discovers that he had twisted his leg in a terrible angle and couldn’t walk.

“NOOOOOOOOO!” He screamed until he felt his lung give way. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to help his people overcome. Had the prophecy been false? Was it supposed to end like this?


He began crying uncontrollably. His tears were the only thing that was left. Everything and everyone had been taken from him. The things and people that once gave him joy would soon be bad memories, thoughts that would provoke regrets.

It was then that it began. He noticed a sensation creeping into him like the way the poison from a snake bite slowly works its way to the heart. This was different. It felt like he was being like something was being pumped into his vein. It left him feeling strong once again and ready for a fight.



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immacul6:
guy nice story o,but when:ur imaginations are too much: the story bcoms complicated

I wish you could be specific. What do you mean by my imaginations being too much?

Thanks for the feedback..

I wasn't able to write yesterday because the spambot banned me from doing so. Nothing was done even after mailing the mods.

Guys. I will continue thus story this week night. Stay tuned for more updates. I had a job and you won't believe it was able to write a good length novel within three weeks.

Maybe the motivation is better when money is involved. What I learned is that's anything is possible if you put your mind to it.

I intend to write more books. However, here's a question, if I decide to put this book or subsequent books I write on sale, would you be willing to spill something cash to buy it? I need your honest reply.

#MadeofMore

KachiUgo:
pabon my guy. Oya, chapter one na for you!

Where are you na? Come and start oo

chris99:
please tag me when next you update d story

Wow! That's nice. Glad to know I have another follower.

How've you liked the story?