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And my phone gets bad yet again...
Repaired the TouchPad 3 times already....
Donna whattado!
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And happy new month...
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nkemdave:
Another fascinating update.
Good work!

Thanks

He was given a cup of some herbal tea as he had caught some temperature. He was sat on a stool with a book opened in front of him. The elf-like man had the look of pity on his face. Pity for the boy he had identified as the chosen one. George still couldn’t tell how this man had gotten to know about him for the prophecy hadn’t told of how he was going to look, at least not to his knowledge. The man though told him how he had come to look the way he did due to the curse of Thorank. It turned out that he himself had tried once to go into the tomb of the dead king but had come out cursed even though he had wanted the magic the king’s staff wielded for noble reasons. It had been the desperate recourse to save his dying father who had been injured in a battle with a centaur in a bid to recover a stolen artifact. George was surprised when he mentioned centaur for he thought they were nonexistent having been killed in the field of blood.

Well, he enjoyed the man’s narrative and didn’t blame him when he had consented to assisting Dathan in stealing the staff, this time taking extra measures that he himself hadn’t taken because he was callow and impatient. He had helped Dathan who had promised to help him get his form back when he returned with the staff.

He was touched though when George told him about Dathan’s predicament even though Dathan hadn’t kept to his own part of the agreement. He pledged to help find a solution to the issue and began by showing him some books beginning with the one in front of him, the book that Dathan had been reading the last time he showed face at the library.

“And how did you guys manage to break the code of the book when you don’t know Thorank language? “ The man smiled and then produced a low pitched whistle not audible to the normal ear but clearly understandable too his ears and he got the message too: he was half-made. The same reason why he hadn’t been gruesomely affected by the curse. For anyone else it would have spelt death but not him.

George immediately started perusing through the table of contents of the book after breaking the bind that sealed the book with a soft whistle and the book as expected, really held a lot of information concerning the ways of the Thorank people. This book in particular had been written by the then scribbler who had happened to be the right hand man of the king. The book though said nothing about dealing with breaking the mummy-inducing curse. He brushed that one aside and went for the next, “ The Myths of The Thorank People “. He skimmed through the pages of the book in quick succession and though it was largely informational, it wasn’t what he needed at the moment.
Books after books were brought to his table till a large pile had formed in front of him but he couldn’t get one that gave clearcut ways to break the curse. The day had passed on rather quickly to him, each passing hour a reminder that Dathan was near to his end. He still didn’t know why he so much wanted to save himself but all he knew was the push that kept him going on.
He yawned for the umpteenth time, this time the fatigue getting a hold of him. It had webbed it’s tendrils slowly into him and he gave up this time, brushing the books aside promising himself a quick nap.
He had a disturbing dream in which he saw himself being plummeted into the bottom of the river where he had first met his new found self. No matter how many times he swam to the surface, the sea demons always kept dragging him back down till he had lost all of his strength and had no push left in him. He was sinking slowly, deeper and deeper he went till he almost landed on the bed of the water body.

SPLASH!

He was drenched in water and he couldn’t find strength enough to ask what had happened. He looked up to see Harris.
“You were fainting! “
The elf-looking librarian had come to sight with a hand on Harris’ shoulders .
“He is going to be alright!“
“I pray so dad” Harris replied

CHAPTER 18
It turned out that Dathan had been mummified from foot to his head and he had been a quarter to death when they had found him. Mrs. Ivy had tried all she could but Dathan didn’t so much as blink his eye. He just stared into nothingness. His eyes burnt crimson and everyone tried avoiding looking into them. He had been the one that had gazed into George’s eyes in a bid to share his warmth. And George’s best guess was that the GAZER had stared into Dathan’s own eyes. That was why the Thorank corpse had looked fresh. His gazers had been trying to bring him back. George had made sure to seal the cave this time with a mixture of both the Thorank and the inherent magic he wielded.

Dathan meanwhile, had only two days to live if he wasn’t saved. His life force had been drained almost to depletion.
They had tried all they could but it wasn’t helping things. Everyone ate breakfast that morning in silence. Nora and her weak friend with wobbly legs, Harris had since gone back to their homes. It turned out that Nora’s dad was the chief guardian of the realm.
As they sat at breakfast, George watched as they all not once looking up. George felt sorry this had to be going on now when Mr. Logan had just found happiness. He wished there was something he could do. Of late, there hadn’t been much conversation between him and his inward Guardian, Alexius seems to have melted into the background that was his heart. He only popped up in dire situations. It seems he hadn’t so much liked the idea of him being the Thorank king especially as he couldn’t decipher the meanings of the whistles and sighs that were elements of the language of the Sons of Thorank.
Getting up from breakfast, George said his thanks and Cordelia looked up at him wishing she could wipe out the pains in his eyes.

He went straight up into the library and began digging up information. He searched for a book that chad dealth with the issue but there was none. It seemed that their home here hadn’t housed the best of readers as the shelf had so little number of books.
Taking his coat, he went out putting the hood over his head, the noise of drops of water colliding with the roof of his hood sounded like an amateur drummer trying to score some complex song.
He saw some kids trying to do the mufiliator no doubt to be used foe some adventure and he laughed remembering the first time he had tried doing the spell. He had ended up blocking his ears and had gone a whole day hearing nothing but his heart beat which had gotten louder than a gong. He hoped the same doesn’t happen to these kids. He slipped his hand into the jacket as the cold was threatening to freeze them. He walked on kicking pebbles as he went. He arrived at the old house that looked like it needed a carpenter’s visit. It had the inscription just above the entrance. “ SWEEPERS LIBRARY”.

He pulled open the door and got in. There was no librarian in sight and he had to locate the right shelf himself. He came across the shelf meant for potions and there were lots of books on the subject. He saw the one relating to languages, those of the ancient Persians, the Hummers, whisperers and the Hisses and THE LANGUAGE, the Silent. He had a great urge to stop here but he held himself and went on till he came to the exclusive section where a variety of odd subjects. Here the books were still looking faded and worn out from disuse. When he looked in one section, the books had been kept very untidy, like the keeper hadn’t really taken time to arrange them. He was drawn to this section and began running his thumb on them reading their title. They were on Thorank and it’s ways. He took one out but it’s pages were blank. It had to be decoded.

“Those books are not for just any eyes! “

George froze when he heard the voice. He hadn’t noticed or heard anyone walk towards him and the voice sounded croaky. He turned slowly and fell against the shelf when he saw the face in the darkness. He was like nothing he had ever seen.

Good morning
I just modified my last update.

#MadeofMore!

We are close to the end now.



#madeofmore

He got to the entrance of the cave in no time and met it open. He hadn’t sealed it the last time. He hoped to God that Dathan was still alive. He knew it was hoping for too much but he had the feeling he would still find him somewhere, alive.

The tunnel looked darker than he imagined it had been the last time. He conjured a flame but it wasn’t much of a light. He wondered what could have made it this dark. He knew it wasn’t yet nightfall outside as he had arrived some few minutes to noon. He increased his pace as he couldn’t bring himself to think of what might happen . He got to the place where the body of the Thorank king had been and it was still in tact but it was looking fresher. Like it had only just died and George remembered how that it had been all bones . Something definitely wasn’t right.

He made to touch it but remembered what had happened when he had touched it the last time. He withdrew his hand and moved a step back. He turned to go back when he saw a set of eyes staring into him, burning into his soul. He froze where he was. Standing didn’t seem to be the best thing he could do at this time but he couldn’t help it. All he could think of was that this felt good. He was going to offer himself to save whoever had those eyes.

He began to feel the cold eat him up from the foot upwards. It came very slow and the more it ascended, the number it felt, he didn’t even know if this was wrong. Everything seemed so right at the moment.

It had arisen to his knees this time. A sharp pain exploded around his legs but still he couldn’t do anything. The gaze from the eyes burnt into him still and that was all that mattered.

“George!”

The scream made him break contact immediately. He recognized the voice. It was one he knew well.

“No.... “

He tried to move but he couldn’t. He fell to the floor. Nora rushed towards him and tried to help him up but he just couldn’t maintain balance. It was then she saw the sight that was his legs.

“My god! You were being mummified! “

“Let’s get you out” She placed his hand over her shoulder as she tried to carry him out but he was way weightier than she could manage.

Just then Cordelia followed by Mrs Ivy and Mr Logan came in.

“What happened?”
“I think he was going to be mummified! “
“You think you can help him? “ Mr Logan said looking towards his wife.
“I’ll try. Help me lay him down! “
Mr. Logan set him down and Mrs Ivy rubbing her palms together mumbled some words and placed her palms on each of his knees. Immediately, he felt the heat surge through him, loosening his flesh and making him feel lighter. She finished when all of it was gone and Mr. Logan gave him a hand which George took standing up. He pointed to the direction where the eyes had been but it wasn’t there. Not anymore.

“Let’s just go home! “ Mr. Logan said tugging on his shoulders but George shrugged it off. I’m not going without him.
“We can’t follow you there! It was stupid enough you coming here alone but that’s even more insane! “
George only turned to look at him with a look that said ‘final decision ‘ and Mr. Logan sighing turned to the others.

“You go outside and wait. I’ll go with him. “

They nodded silently as Nora led the procession flanked by Mrs. Ivy. She whispered a ‘be careful' before turning to go not wanting to let her emotions show.
George knew it had been a stubborn decision but one he had to make nonetheless. The torchlight Mr. Logan held was useless as it the light was absorbed by the darkness. You could cut the darkness with a knife, it was that thick. They walked side by side their breaths n their chests as they moved on.

Mr. Logan thought about his wife, Ivy. She had been as lovely as ever and had not even hesitated when she heard someone needed a saving. That was the kind of person she was. So selfless. It had been the reason she had decided to stay back in the realm when he had made the decision to leave. He had missed her everyday and now that they had reunited, he didn’t want to lose her, never wanted to be without her ever again. Just seeing her had made him realize how much she had meant to him. They were going to fight the solar solstice together and...

George stopped suddenly. Mr. Logan bumped into him in the darkness.

“what is it? “

He didn’t need to get and answer as he saw it right there. On the floor laid a body as white as the clouds.

I'm sorry...

I flashed my phone three times in just over a month. I haven't fully recovered my files....

I need inspiration. Maybe, I'll read other works to get me gingered up.

My people!

How's it been with you guys?

Brokenwind1:
I dont understand dis story again ooo.....
Come update ooo.

What don't you understand?

nkemdave:
Dear Pabon,
A toast for your return.

Thanks dear.

Please as you read, help me point out my errors. I just corrected my last two updates before drafting this one. I hope you have a good read. I'm off till night falls, hopefully.



Till then.... I'm



Made of more!

"How can you go back in there. Don't you love yourself, even if you don't love yourself what about the ones that care so much about you?"

He paused from tying his jute bag and turned to face the teary-eyed Nora. "I'm going to be fine. Nothing can happen to me. I'm the Thorank king remember.?"

"Then let us at least go with you. You have my doggedness and the other lady's magic to guide us. We'll make the perfect team.!"
"No, I can't. I won't do that. Why? Mr. Logan just got to see his wife after many years and Nora, her mother. Why would I want to spoil the mood for them. This is the time to bond again and I'm not going to let them get worried. So, you better keep your mouth shut about my whereabout and act like you were never aware I was gone and in a few hours time, I'll be back with Dathan"

She tried to resist but he putting his hands on her shoulders looking steadily into her eyes told her he was going to be alright. She shrugged l, removing his hands and turned her back to him.

"It's alright. Just do well to come back on time and in one piece!"
"I will. Now, get back before everyone suspects that there's something going on between us."

She gave him no reply as she went out the door not for once turning her back. George thought he heard her sob. He was wondering what was going on.

The last two days had been a lot for him. Her had a great deal of pain trying to make Cordelia see that he was truly himself, the George that she knew. If it hadn't been for Mr. Logan who broke the ice and told them that he was being truthful and that he himself had known from the beginning having been privy to the whole process of the exchange of personality.

It had been done the night before the invasion into the kingdom on account of the prophecy that came through the cook's daughter who happened to possess the gift. She had foretold that there would be an invasion where no one will be spared and that one cloaked in the guise of the guardian shall rescue his people in due time. The four chroniclers had been gathered and together they had performed the spell and had taken the young form of the guardian and given to the Prince and sealed his personality in the book to be revealed when the time came.
Cordelia had gotten angry with her father and had refused talking with him because he had kept such important information from her but he had tried to let her know that there was no way she would have understood had he told her or even him, George. Things had only gotten calm when their only other family known to him had arrived this morning , Ivy, Cordelia's mother. He had left them to celebrate their reunion as he had long wanted to go back and look for Dathan .

He took the back door, turning the know gently and locking it after he had stepped outside. He took to his heels when he had made sure no one saw him and set out straight for the cave.

Good evening people. I think at this point, it's safe to say that this is how I will be putting an end to (really can't handle it any longer, I mean it's been too long) my leave.

Wait....
Were you expecting that I want to close this thread? Nah! That would mean it ain't made of more.

By the way, the slang that Efe used or uses was what we used to use back in my secondary school days.... I didn't know people still used them. Delta and slang eh!

And so, that is to say I will be resuming updates however short. It's going to come frequently as I have already scheduled how it's going to be coming. I look forward to getting this piece finished.

Sound, based on logistics, I may update tonight.


#MadeofMore!

Good morning

I haven't been able to update for days nw because my device went bad....d touch pad got damaged. Still in the process of repair.

I will resume updates when its back in good working condition.

Chapter 17

He woke up to the scrutinizing eyes of Cordelia. He stared for long into her eyes not knowing what to do but then she drew him quickly into her embrace and tightly so. George thought he heard her sob.
He managed to open his eyelids and they fell on the wall. It was glistering white and strange. He pulled from her embrace.
”Where am I?”

”Relax! You are not in hell!”
She meant that as a joke but it somehow tightened a knot on his inside as that was exactly what he was thinking. He had always known that hell for him wasn’t going to be an inferno burning with crimson and Sulphur tasting for a lick of his entrails. No, he hadn’t done enough evil to merit that. Hell for him was going to be waking up in a strange place with strange people who’d drive him crazy and he’d be unable to do anything about it, lost his magic.
He got down from the bed and spelled at the wall.
“Enflammare!”
The flame escaped his hands and darted towards the wall where it left a burn mark, discoloring the wall.
“Reparo!”

The wall was back to normal, lustrous white. He smiled.
“Hmm...Good as new!”

He swaggered his way towards the door. He was so feeling himself today. He reached for the knob when he noticed he had shorts on and it was blue, a color he didn’t possess.

“Exactly how long had I been sleeping?”

“Tis been three days!”

“Three what?!” She came and found her way to his side and put a hand on his shoulder as he dazed, staring into oblivion.

“Yeah! You fainted just when the sons of Thorank were about crowning you and since then, you hadn’t so much as blinked. I was so scared for you. The one who had saved us not alive to hear our appreciation.”

She looked into his eyes placing her two hands on both his shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell us you could assert yourself a complete physical being, Alexius?”

“I….!”

Just then Nora walked in surprised to find her hands on his shoulder and was that a tinge of jealousy on her face?

I have typed the next update already....lemme just update. .

BrainArk my days have been filled with goodness. Na because of you I came back to update oo. There's hardly enough time these days


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