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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.

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Ayodipths

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.



The action has only just begun!

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?

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

Thanks oo...Still waiting.

Enough ginger available my sir. Please continue.

*spreads mat*

When they got to the tomb, they found etched on the stone he used in concealing it the last time, an elyse, a magical plant that stings on touch. That was not the only thing about it. What was worse was that the plant absorbed all magical abilities. They heaved Dathan’s body to the ground and George began calling on the guardian of the dead Thorank king to grant them access. This was the only option. He didn’t have his magic and even if he did, it wasn’t going to work. He hoped to the high heavens that they’d listen to him. Nora had her hands folded on her chest, looking gloomy while Cordelia looked on at the door, the beam from the torch in her hand clearly targeted at the large stone covering the tomb.
After what felt like an eternity and Nora was beginning to shift uncontrollably, George got a signal. There was someone whistling a message to him. Immediately he deciphered it, he turned to his companions. There was no way they could hear the message, or even know the meaning but it wasn’t what George was expecting and he didn’t know how to break the news to them. He had to do it anyway.

‘Errm…we have a situation, one I never anticipated.”

Nora turned to look at him. George could see that her brows were raised and that she already doubted him even before hearing the speech. Cordelia, on the other hand, looked to George, a puzzled look on her face. George didn’t know the best way to put it. Time was running out and they needed to act fast.

“Well, the guardian of the tomb says one of you would have to stay back.”
Immediately he said it, Nora shifted back. This was the first time tonight she had shown fear. She clearly was not going to allow herself to be shut in a tomb with dead or near-dead folks. Cordelia would do it if he asked. He was sure of that but she was needed in the battle. At least, she still had her magic with her. Nora, on the other hand, stood no chance at battle. As witty and fast-footed as she was hardly the type to engage in a battle of this magnitude. George proceeded to explain to her but she drifted backward as he approached.

“So, you think I’d be foolish enough as to allow myself to be trapped in that tomb, that I’d sacrificed my life for Dathan’s”

“No one’s talking about sacrificing your life here, Nora!” he said in the mildest way he could. He was already getting frustrated. The longer they delayed, the closer the time for the battle drew near. They had to get Dathan safe and leave.

“Spare me the nighttime voice. I don’t need it.” The way she spewed the words from her mouth, George could tell there was more she wanted to say. It was like she had been waiting for this moment, one where she would get back at him.

“Nora, this isn’t about me or Dathan or even Harris. It’s for the realm.”
“For the realm you say?!” she charged at him with such vehemence, he almost tripped as he moved away. Gosh! Nora was taking it all wrong.

“How come you knew to protect Dathan but not Harris? You’ve been ever so selfish and even now you still are.”

Her words cut through his heart like poisoned arrows from a skilled archer. His shoulders slumped immediately at their own accord. This was coming from someone who he’d thought would understand given the kinds of stuff she’d had to endure for the time she’d been alone. Granted, she was ruing the putrefied state of Harris but by now she should know it wasn’t his intention to have Harris taken over by forces of the earth. He seethed at her lack of understanding but knew he’d have to take things carefully to get her to comply.
“Harris is now a creature of the trees. They’d do everything to protect their own. You might think I have done nothing about his case but that’s not the truth. I’ve spent every spare time looking for a solution to his current state. I’ve accepted that I caused his current predicament.”
“That still doesn’t change the fact that he’s helpless. When the chaos begins, who would look out for him? You say he’s now a creature of the trees and that they’d take care of him, why can’t the same be said of Dathan. Isn’t he a son of Thorank?”

As she said it, they noticed that the earth began to shake. Even George couldn’t keep himself steady. He had to grab onto some iron pole while Cordelia held onto him. Nora, not having anything to hold unto gave a heart-stopping, ear-splitting shrill. A wind, as boisterous as cavalcade erupted raising dust as thick as a fog. George struggled to see Nora but the dust prevented him from seeing her and he had to shade the dust from getting into his eyes. When he felt the dust had subsided, he slowly dropped his hands. He opened his eyes almost immediately. Dathan’s body was gone and so was Nora.

Chai! I've lost all my followers. Where will I get motivation to finish now?

I will keep going though. I've gotten too far to quit. Four more updates to finish.

The light had gone out and George squatted on the terrace of the house looking dazed. He couldn’t think straight. Cold beads of sweat kept racing themselves down his frame. Despite the fact that the night was cold, there was hardly any sign to show it. He had no jacket on. He found he didn’t need one, not this night. He stroke Cordelia’s hair absentmindedly. She lay on his lap, her eyes closed but clearly not sleeping. There was no sleep for anyone this night, not till the terror was passed.

Not far away, he could hear the heavy breathing of the Thorank folks. They too weren’t speaking. Everyone waited, silently hoping that the prophecy had been a spook and that nothing would happen to their realm. As much as they hoped for it, there was rarely any doubt it was going to happen. The signs for the day were enough for anyone to know that the Solstice would surely come.

Earlier in the day, there had been a cry. It hadn’t been anything abnormal. Children cried when they came into the world but Jabil had been different. He had tried his best, the way babies could, to prevent himself from coming into the world. While his mother had pushed to give way for the child, he had pulled back with surprising strength. It had taken the intervention of Mrs Ivy, the healer with the magic touch to persuade the baby to come out and when he did, he had nearly condemned the eardrums of all present. His voice had been that of a teen just entering puberty, deep and uncontrollable. He had engraved on his palm “giorno malvagio.” This was Italian for evil day. Still, hope was what they had left, even if it was just barely a pinch, it would suffice.

Tonight was not so much different. The nocturnal creatures kept at their business, oblivious of the fact that they too would be affected should the prophecy come true. That was one thing that George envied about animals right now. They never had to live their lives watching their backs. They had little to care for, to be accountable for. They rarely felt a sense of danger and would only act once the evil landed. He wondered how they’d fare tonight.

Mr. Logan kept tapping his leg on the spindle of his chair, no doubt in thoughts too. You could cut through the air with a rubber knife. It was that thick. No one spoke, preferring to keep their thoughts to themselves so as not to be caught unguarded when the battle began.

Even Harris was quiet tonight. It had been customary to hear him mutter some incomprehensible words in his locked up state but tonight, not even a hiss had escaped his lips. His corruption though had failed to cease. It had taken the better part of him and he was beginning to smell.

Dathan was still in the Thorank state and could be heard whimpering at times. Nothing they hadn't tried. Every time they failed. The plan was to get him to a place where he could be safe, away from the danger of the evil that was to come. The only place that seemed relatively safe was the tomb of the Thorank king. It was dangerous to reopen the tomb but George was positive the ancestors would be on their side, at least this time. Beyond that, he'd come to understand more about the ways of the Thorank and would be careful not to offend the dead king another time.

Nora had still not recovered from the corruption of Harris and was still not talking with him. However, she could do little on her own and so tried to be around. The truth was that she was as scared as they all were, if not even more. She was doing a good job hiding it though. Her face was emotionless when she came to tell him she was was ready.

She had bathed and was scenting like lavender. She had her hair packed into a ponytail and tied together with a butterfly clip she'd said she got from her deceased mother.

"We may go now." Cordelia and George aroused. George caught Nora's eyes as Cordelia stood from his laps and in a brief moment saw raw anger crisscross her brows. He wished she'd reserve that anger for the creatures that would soon invade the realm and not on Cordelia.

George got to his feet first and helped Cordelia up. He cleaned himself of the dust that clung to his back and led the way. Cordelia followed and they were flanked by Nora who carried an expression that made George remember Gofrin. He cast the thought out of his mind immediately. This wasn't the time, not even the day.

Ayodipths:
pls the address not found?

I got your mail

Ayodipths:
oh, i will be glad, and pls how can i get the book sir. @pabon

Email me pabsolined@gmail.com

Ayodipths:
awwwn, thanks bro, i realy appreciate,

i do wanto try this one out, am not good in english, that's my problem.

thanks for following...,,
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Cordelia's tears flowed ceaselessly and soon, she began to sob. It felt like a thousand thorns were pricking on George's heart. He badly wanted for her fears to go away. He drew back from the embrace to wipe her tears away. Using his thumb, he dried her eyes. She gazed into his eyes and kissed him on the lips. It came as a surprise at first but there was no fear on his part, it felt like he'd be expecting this moment to come for a while. This was the right thing. His lips yielded to hers and they allowed themselves to wallow in the strange sense of ease their moment of affection brought.

George found his hand working its way to the small of her back and the other pulled her closer. His skin burned where hers touched his and he could hear the beat of her heart as it ticked, as though counting down to the very moment when the climax would happen. He pulled back suddenly. He didn't want to take advantage of her weakened state. That wasn't him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what..." Cordelia jittered before George cut in.

"There's no need to be. I feel the same way about you." Cordelia, whose head had been bowed in shame looked up at him, her eyes dazzling like the stars on a winter night.

He got closed to her and wrapped his hand around her neck. "I promise to do everything in my power to keep you and everyone safe."
"I trust you will. It's what you do." She played with the seam of her blouse, folding it into squares. George wished he could tell what was on her mind.

"Its barely twelve hours till it all goes down. What do we do?"

"Well. We could go through our strategy again. Come see," he beckoned on her to the wall behind his wardrobe where he had etched out a map. Some sort of plan. It looked amateurish but Cordelia could see a lot had gone into it. He had messed up the wall pretty bad. Better this than lose everything. Right?


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Brief? I know. It's all I could do to not let the thread keep too long.

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