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oghenekome51:
Pabon its almost middle of march o!
Anticipating ur return!

My dear,

Thanks for staying true. I finished my exams today and it was one of the most stressful exams ever. Hardly slept u to three hours. I'm done nw sha...


..But not today. I'm nt in d frame of mind to write.

#Tayard


#MadeOfMore!

I own a soft copy of QUIET but the book is way too long...

I'll still read it though not now!

Good morning. I decided to bring this update because its been a while and I wanted to let you know I'm still around (can't forget this story till its complete)

I won't be updating though because my exams start upper week and will terminate second week of March. From then on, steady update ceteris paribus.

I've gat so much on my mind but they'll have to wait.

Missed you guys like kilode! But it may have to continue.


Gracias!

#MadeofMore!

He looked into the orb and it seemed to be ululating, an indication of an emotion. He couldn't quite make it out.

"Come see Mr. Logan!"
Mr. Logan hurried up to meet him.
"It just started making this sound. Its different and I can't don't understand. I hope its not dying?"

Mr. Logan took a hold of it and tried to listen in. He couldn't make out any thing either. He handed the orb back to him.

"I'm sorry I don't seem to recognize that but Cordelia might!" Then he turned and bade her.

"Please Cordelia, I think you might be of help here."
She got up reluctantly and then she snatched it from him bathing her eyes on him. He smirked and backed off allowing her try her best. Mr. Logan had said she had been drawn to orbs from birth and had played with so many of them. She could even tell the difference in them.

They watched her expression as she held it onto her eyes and then her ears. Her expression remained the same. Then, she suddenly had a confused look and this drew Mr. Logan and George together.

"I think it was trying to say something to all of us. Like a message directed at more than one person. That's why he wouldn't use a whisper. He had to howl."
It stopped and this made them all peek into it as she held it in her palm. A light was emanating and its radiance kept increasing from glimmers and they all were sucked in unable to pull off until it overwhelmed them. George fell backward as though something had pushed him and he was falling backward. He closed his eyes to absorb the shock.

His back touched down but instead of pain, he felt something soft. He hadn't expected that. He opened his eyes and saw a shocker. Beauty wasn't even the word. This was paradise. His paradise. The well manicured flowers and the richly green lawns which were a complete complement of the flowers had him lost. The flowers had been planted in their variety; the agaves were planted in rows adjacent to Queen of the Philippines. It was exactly as he had seen in one of his dreams, the place where he had thought to remain forever. There were palms to provide shade and he specially loved the golden palms. It reminded him of the gardener's daughter whom he had met once or twice and played with when her father was attending to the care of the flowers. He wondered about her but didn't let his thought dwell there. He let his hands caress the green bush flowers which had been pruned to perfection planted as avenue. He breathed in the air that the sweet isoria had fragranced. Oh, how he loved this place. This truly was what freedom smelt like and he liked it.

"George, you've got to keep moving or you'd get lost."

He was wrecked away from his day dreams and he frowned as he ran up to meet them. Mr. Logan seemed to know exactly where to go as he led them down all hallway. There were so many people. Just as he was about to call to Mr. Logan and Cordelia to wait for her, a hand drew him back. He turned to see a dude with a face perfectly chiseled. He had green eyes and straight short hair that was blonde.

"Were are you up to? That hallway's for the packers. It leads out of here back to the realms of commons."

"That can't be. My family just went down there."


"Family? You can't be serious. I see you're new here. You must have met the imitators."

George's mouth opened as he tried to form the words. He didn't know what to say and so he shut them up.

The dude looked into his eyes and then spoke when he saw George wasn't going to speak.

"Lemme show you around, by the way, my name's Dathan and I'm one of the sons of Thorank"

mhiz:
pabon oooo

I am sore afraid of Mhiz shooting me in the foot and so i had to hurriedly write this update. So much happening in my REAL life; tests every now and then and exam time-table is already out.


I need your prayers....

....and time.


#MadeOfMore!

He saw the laceration on her head where she had been stabbed.
"Jeez. I thought that was a dream? I thought I averted this by stopping Theodore. Oh, what I'm I going to do?"

Just then his ears picked up sound coming from behind him. He turned just in time to avert a sharp knife that no doubt would have been in his back if he hadn't moved.

"You again! What the hell do you want?"

"The orb. Give me the orb and I won't have to bother you."

"But you know that's not possible. This isn't just any orb. Its my guardian in there."

For a blink second, he thought he saw a confused look on Martins's face. The dude's grip on the knife had loosened and George felt momentarily relieved.

"But that can't be. I saw that orb emit the Perisian dew that resursitates. It is the Omniorb."

He immediately he had heard the word that he had seen it somewhere...


....In the hidden library....


....Elise and elixirs section...


...In the book Orbs Day long...


Yes, the omniorb! This was the missing link. He had found the key to entering Ingord. He was finally going to enter and he knew just how as it had been specifically described.

But how come the hadn't just gone ahead and described the place as Ingord?

It had been described as a habitation of everything that walks at night and silence reign when its bright? How does that relates to Ingord. Were the people actually norturnal? He shook his head. Not a chance! He had read almost a dozen books about Ingord and not one of them had described it that way.

"My God Alexius is actually so wise. Changing into the omniorb which is exactly what we needed. He's just so wise."

"Give me the omniorb. I promise you that I can restore Cordelia's life force. I just need the orb."

He thought about it and it seemed like a nice bargain except for the fact that he'd have to lose Alexius and he was supposed to be the one to lead him to destiny. He had to chose between seeing Cordelia well again which would obviously make her father happy who will otherwise be heartbroken but still, Alexius would be gone, probably drained off all his essence and reduced to nothingness, betrayed by the one he was pledged to guard. He close his eyes to the thought of it.

"No, I can't."

"Yes, you can."

"No, I CAN'T!!!"

He opened his eyes to see Cordelia and Mr Logan running to meet him.

"Oh, he passed the test. I knew he would." Cordelia being the younger outran her dad and got to George first hugging him. She released him to look into his face which obviously was still trying to make sense of everything.

"I didn't want to think what we'd do without you. Thanks for not failing."

Mr. Logan finally came and met them. He patted George on the shoulder.

"Thanks son, I was never in doubt that you would pull through. You are about the wisest lad I've ever come across."

"Thanks sir....but I still don't get it. What just happened."

"Oh! You were the chosen one! It is required that everyone pass a test of purity before allowed entrance into Ingord and you were chosen to represent us."

"But I could bet it was really her, only she didn't look so cute with a deep slash on her head. It was....to be milder, graphic."

"Oh really...?"

"You don't know about it?"

"No, I don't. We weren't allowed into the details.”

“Well, it was horrible…and it was Theodore who did it. I mean he literally stabbed Cordelia on the head!”

“What matters is that it wasn’t real, or was it?”


“I guess not…” he said scratching the back of his head lightly.

“…and he then he tried to strike a bargain with me saying if I gave him the orb, he was going to restore your condition. Can you imagine that?”

This got Cordelia wide-eyed.

“And what was it?” she asked looking at him with eager anticipation. George turned to Mr. Logan to help him out as he didn’t know how Cordelia would act to his choosing to save Alexius over her very self.

She took the answer from his silence and turned her back on him obviously disappointed.

“Get me inside. I’m so ditching you when I make new friends.”

George wasn’t happy too. It wasn’t as if he had jumped and made the conclusion. He hadn’t before he got here but knowing Cordelia even that wouldn’t pacify her anger. He shrugged his shoulder as he brought the orb out of his pocket.

I'm kinda busy now...i've got two STRONG tests slated for this week alone...make una still pity me small...



#MadeofMore

mhiz:
Pabon the update is very short o

I know...it will have to be in bits for now.


#MadeofMore

He fell to the ground and was pricked by a 'crown of thorn'.

"Oucch!" He rubbed the his elbow and watched Cordelia shake off the dust from her skirt. His eyes darted around the well mowed stretch of lawn that surrounded them. It was beautiful, eden all over again and extremely green, the flowers, shrubs, trees, all shades of green.

"What is the place?!"

He turned to face Cordelia who looked equally as intrigued as he looked.

"Where is father?" Cordelia looked around. The garden was nice what with all the flowers but she hated the fact that they were so tall. She couldn't see over the wall that they made.

"He must have landed on the other side."

"Let's find him then. He must be worried already. They broke up and went opposite directions. It turned out that the garden was sort of like a grid. Each opening led to another and that to another different from the preceding and it just went on and on. He discovered this after going around for a good number of minutes. He decided he was going to put a marker.

"Sonaris vegetatum!"

A white rose grew and towered about three feet. He smiled and went out of the entrance and whenever he got to another place, he placed a special breed of flower there. Good thing he knew flowers.

He discovered there were as many grids as they were flowers he could remember. He came to a stand still when he exhausted the names and he became somewhat shaken. He was feeling claustrophobic as the time elapsed and it gradually began to darken.

"Oh damn...what do I do?"

Just then, he heard a scream. It was a feminine voice. His heart pounded as he ran towards her direction cursing his decision to split ways. He wouldn't forgive himself if she got hurt.

He came towards the entrance of the particular section of the grid he had heard the scream from and saw drops of blood. He ran, doubling his strides as he broke into sweat. He got into the clearing and found her in a pool of blood struggling for breath.

Hi guys,
I might be off for some days oo...the reason being that my sub expires tomorrow and I donno when I'll be able to resub again yet.


Two tests, both calculation works have been slated for next week. God help me...


I'm not going anywhere sha...I'm still...


#MadeofMore!

You wanted to be invincible...I can see why." George said looking at Theodore's wobbly legs. All along he had hid them in the overflowing garment he had been wearing but now that he'd been stripped to shorts, his legs were a sorry sight.

"Tell me about this elixir of invincibility." Mr Logan said to Martins even though he knew Theodore had wanted to speak. It had been his idea and so might want to cloak the truth. He thought Martins would be a little more truthful, no so trustworthy but what do you do when faced with two evils? The lesser one? Good.


"You know your words would eat you one of these days!" Theodore said looking at Martin with bitterness evident in his already red eyes. The dust was really getting at him and obviously he hadn't any experience at being tied to the back of an animal. That would make foul another lie he had told. Mr. Logan wondered if anything he had said since they met him was true.

"Well, the myths said that one drop of that elixir and you'd be protected against any thing metal or wooden, impenetrable and impeccable. Theodore said that with it we could be rich. We were going to challenge for the Witmore's contest and win."

"The Witmore exists?" George exclaimed.

"Yes, it does!" Martins shot him that bizarre look.

"Of course, my brother, Jemade won the last round."

"Wow, you're even related to the legend, Jemade?"

"Yeah, you could say that only that Jemade is no hero and he cheated his way to the crown."

"Are you saying that Witmore can be tricked?"

"It has never been heard but I know Jemade didn't win sincerely."

George stared ahead ruminating about the contest and all. This proves that Martins had really been living in inside Ingord's territory. He wondered though how he got to be in company of a lousy liar like Theodore seeing his brother was so wealthy. Winning the Witmore challenge meant access to a lifetime riches and attaining the rank of nobility, a fit that was only for those born noble. It meant access to properties, lands and gold, plenty of it. Something really terrible must have made Martin to overlook that and joined Theodore.

"I don't get it. If your brother is so rich why play side kick to Theodore or whatever his name is?"

Silence filled the air as Martin exchanged look with Theodore whose eyes glittered red and had a cold feeling to it. He held Martins' eyes for some seconds before Martin broke it and looked down.

"Forget it. Its way beyond your understanding."

"I'd like to know." It was Cordelia who spoke now and for the first time, she locked eyes with Martin who had an apologetic look to his eyes. He wanted so much to communicate with her, telepathically, psychically, or just any means without words but he didn't possess such power. He broke from her piercing gaze and looked down at his now very dirty and dusty shoes.

"I'm sorry. I can't tell."

Cordelia looked towards Theodore as a wicked grin plaster on his face.

"You'll tell me Theodore. You'll beg to tell me."

She brought her palm out to face him.

"Inflict maxima!"

Theodore suddenly started shaking vigorously like an epileptic and the black of his eyes were completely gone. It was as though he was being electrocuted.

"Stop it now, Corde!"

She stopped it listening to her father's command. She looked pleased to see that Theodore now had blood dripping from his nose and looked a mess.

"You might not be too lucky next time. You didn't value our lives so why should I yours?"

"We need him alive dear. Don't forget that. He alone knows the pass to the region."

Theodore cursed under his breath murmuring something only him could hear. George knew he was coming up with trick. He wanted to warn Mr Logan about it. Just then, the camels stopped abruptly and wouldn't move even when propelled. It was strange seeing them both act this way. Mr Logan made to come down when he was whisked off, away from their view within a blink second. They were all scared and then this time, both Cordelia and George were taken away by a windlike motion.

Chapter 14

He treated himself to some roasted lizard as they journeyed on the camel. Jubril whose real name had turned to be Theodore Bagmore looked at him longingly.

"Don't even think of it. You get no food till we arrive at Ingord, that shouldn't be a problem seeing you said its less than a day journey from here." He smiled showing him his teeth.

"Okay, I lied. It may take us more than that, two days, three maybe."

"So, you haven't learnt your lessons yet. Lying to us still when we could easily send your soul to the devil, he'd be more than willing to have you by his side. You'd make a jolly good companion to him you know. He'd love to hear lies from someone better than him at it."

Corde broke into a laugh. It was nice to see her teeth once again. Ever since she discovered the true nature of Martin, she'd been more reserved and had taken to torturing him whenever she got the chance. It was because of this that she had decided that she was going to ride with him tied behind her camel. She wanted to see him pained for daring to lie to her. She regretted the fact that she had been so gullible, blinded by his beauty.

He looked at her as she brushed the hair from her forehead that had come undone. She caught him staring and she paused, and quickly returned to her most recent anger expression. She urged the camel to ride faster much to the dismay of Martin.

'He tried at least', George commended within himself.

This one had lied down to his name. He was sure going to go down in history as one of nature's finest liar. He wondered if they were half as good and strong as their stories had been.

"You know, I've been wondering. If the stories you told were all lies..."

"Not all," Martins quickly pointed. A stern look from Cordelia got him quiet.

"...if they were lies," george continued. "It beats my imagination as to how you were able to come up with the stories...you know some of them did happen."

Martin laughed this time, a long choking one which ended in a fit of coughs. He spat out the sputum from his mouth.

"You don't know Theodore. He lies like its his second nature but he's one good scholar. He was the librarian at ingord's keep."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I was his assistant. It was in that library that he came up with the nasty idea that we steal the elixir of invincibility."

mhiz:
pabon oo

Okay. For you and kome, I'll definitely find time out today.

You deserve it!
But note that it would just be a fast one n well...

...Let's see what I can come up with.

#MadeOfMore!

oghenekome51:
Dear pabon, av gone through ur story and its more Dan interesting! Honestly ure a great writer and i want to implore u to pls try and drop updates more frequently, please!

Also, i realize dat u started dis story right from 2014 and dis is 2016, pls try and complete it as soon as possible while taking ur time........

Your newest follower, oghenekome51! Tuale to you!

Thanks for the compliments miss. I shall try my possible best ceteris paribus. I might drop some lines today when I'm free but it wouldn't be lengthy. I really do envy those who can start stories n finish within two months. I'll improve on that sha.

Sorry guys that I haven't updated yet...I've been busy with project and school stuff. I'll try something tomorrow.


Gracias!


#MadeofMore!

girlhaley:
Exactly....too good
I hope pabon update on time

My lady, I wish too that I can be updating very frequently but its not so easy when you've got stuffs on your hands. I will still try though. I write for fun and its what keeps me coming back....

....Besides, I'm made of More. Let's keep going on together.

Chapter Fourteen loading...


#MadeofMore!

The air smelt of burnt ash and wood. The fireplace had burnt out and was now remotely dark. All was still except for the occasional grunting sound which could be heard outside from the camels and of course, the soft snores inside. The air was getting really chilly and he had to double-wrap himself in the spread cloth. He turned towards the direction facing the pool unable to sleep. He had tried convincing himself that nothing evil was going to happen but still, he couldn't, wouldn't be at ease. He allowed his mind dazzle and wander around trying to pick up figments of their journey so far up to the point where they met these travelers. Could it have been a mere coincidence that they had been found right where then needed them most. He was troubled. Here he was thinking up ways to discredit them but all they'd done really was save them and had even given them a place to stay.

And how had they found the cave? From what he had been told, it was several kilometers from where they'd been found. Weren't warriors suppose to possess sharp instinct and great survival skills. Either these guys were that good at being warriors or they were very good liars, liars that would need to be dubbed.

He felt a sort of constriction in his throat. He hoped he hadn't caught a flu. It felt tighter and he was forced to cough. He coughed three times and spat out the sputum that had conjured. He hated that he would have to disturb the peaceful sleep of some of the best people he had come to know but they didn't so much as stir.

Wasn't this strange?

He recall that they hadn't so much as turn and it must have been four hours to say the least. He didn't quite know about their sleeping habits. For one, he had hardly ever caught Mr. Logan falling asleep unaware and even Cordelia didn't sleep much. She was always proactive and so if she slept, it was because she wanted to and she always did in her room. But who didn't turn when sleeping even for once?

And even if they didn't turn when sleeping, how could they not have been affected by the way he had coughed. Surely, they should have at least stirred a little.

He heaved himself up surprised that he weighed so much since he had hardly eaten anything throughout the evening. He moved his hand against the cold floor and kept shifting it till he felt a blockage that obviously would be Mr. Logan. He did feel his body but it felt cold. A shiver transversed his whole length. He made to conjure a flame so he could examine him better.

"Enfl..."

Just then he heard footsteps approaching, quickly. He slowly retreated, careful not to make any noise and returned to his sleeping posture. Soon, they came into sight and he could only make out their voices. From the sound he heard, Martin was ahead. They communicated in whispers.

"Check the smart ass."

That had come from Jubril and he knew it must have been referring to him. Martin crouched low and then tried using his hand to feel for him.

"We should have come with a torch. I tell you there's no way he could have evaded us. We saw him gulp down the liquid."

"Shut up and carry on!"

His heart increased pace as though in a relay. He worked his mind into coming up with a spell to stop his breathing momentarily. He had come across one before.

"Cardiatum!"

He got it right mumbling just when Martin reached him and felt for the air coming from his nostrils.

"See, I told you. He's as good as dead!"

He couldn't see but his best guess was that Jubril would be grinning with evil now.

"Check him then, we need to get the orb and be out of here before any of them shakes off the effect."

Martin then did a thorough search, turning him here and there with rudeness. He wished he could blast him into pieces but he stayed his anger.

"Its not with him." There was a mixture of fright and shock in his voice.

"That can't be. I, I mean we saw him fiddling it in his pocket all evening." Then he held him back.

"Move over lemme check him. I wonder what good you can ever achieve."

He got a hold of George and began his own search. If Martin had been rude, then jubril was the definition of rudeness, cruelty. When he had double checked. He got angry.

"Damn!"
He punched George's stomach with as much effort as he could. George screamed but it was wordless. He thanked his stars that he had actually misguessed the cloaked breathing spell and did a sound muffling spell the first time.

Just then Martin spoke up, this time not careful to use whispers.

"I think I know just where it is."

George's fear heightened as he heard him move towards Cordelia. A shriek escaped his mouth and George knew he was relinquishing the ability to touch her body. He wasn't going to let this happen.

"Demnora!"

A stalactite fell from the ceiling stopping him in his track.

"What was that?" Martin asked obviously scared.

"Its nothing. Just the rocks. Go on..."

He made to touch her again and George again spelled.

"Demnora matrix!"

Another two fell and this time even Jubril showed fear. But he shook himself and told Martin to move out of the way. He wasted now time and searched Cordelia's body ruffling her and then he exclaimed.

"Its here. I just felt it. I'm just going to retrieve it. He deep his hand into her pocket and collected it. George was enraged. He had to do something. He had tried to strike Jubril but to his utmost shock and fear, it hadn't work. It was now obvious that he had depleted his magic.

"Let's get out of here." Martin said but Jubril didn't move.

"I say we burn their bodies and I'm going to rape that one there first."

"No, you won't."

"You're gonna stop me!"

There was silence.

"I thought as much."

He moved towards her body and sat on her ripping her blouse off. He zipped his trouser down and was going to begin when George recalled that he had a special bond with Alexius. He was his and didn't need elementary magic to get him.

"Engriptus le guardian."

He was damn sure it would work and it did. The orb came flying towards him and he came straight into his open palm. As he held it, he felt a surge of power and knew he had bonded with Alexius.

"Reflexonta!"

Jubril was pushed back with so much force that he crashed against a wall. He was strong though and came towards George who had conjured a fire. He had a dagger in his hand which a very sharp apex. George allowed him come close and when he was within a foot, he spelled.

"Reflex amendi"

Jubril stopped and watch in horror as his hands contorted with the dagger coming to face himself. He was going to stab himself.

"Please, spare me. I'll do anything"

Just then Martin took to his heels but George acted fast.

"Mobilis stratus!"

He stopped in his track unable to move.

"Now, you will give the antidote to the poison you gave them."

"Yes, I can make it," Jubril said shaking with the blade just few millimeters from his eyes.

mhiz:
pabon o.m.g ure soo gud...pls command finish dx grt piece.

Thanks a lot. I'll update soon. I'm just too tired for much brain activity. Tomorrow is another day!



#MadeOfMore

Outside, the late night birds could be heard flapping their wings trying to increase air pressure so they could hasten up to meet their nursing nestling. The constellations were already appearing and the rays from the moon casted long shadows on the cave. Darkness was fast approaching and the wind blowing into the cave sent shivers down the spine. A fire was brewing and they gathered around handling cups of tea that Jubril had made with some sort of special herbs. Random discussions of wars and glory days were flying around but George found himself uninterested. It wasn't that he minded listening to egocentric pontifications from heroes who stories were a complete mockery of their current demeanor but something else was on his mind. He felt bothered that Jubril had been eyeing him continuously throughout the night and he felt unsettled. Also, the questions he asked seemed more to him like he was trying to obtain vital information. Was he over reacting? Maybe these guys were just nice guys and meant no harm.

First it had been about the white dust they had in their possessions which Mr. Logan had easily dismissed as a necessary tool for keeping off bad omen and just now he was asking about the orb that he carried always in his coat. He wondered how he had gotten to know about it for he had been careful never to bring it out whenever they were present.

"It's a locator device. It shows us the way." George answered with a false smile on his face. He knew jubril didn't believe him though and he didn't care. Jubril gave a long stare at his coat before waning a false smile of his. He was going to watch out for this one. He reeked of evil and danger.

He pretended to be writing stuffs on the floor as he schemed a way to be on alert throughout the night. He didn't know if the other sensed it but he felt that today was going to be the day: if they were evil or not, it would be known.

"You know, I've seen quite a lot of mystical stuff. Once we were in the plains of Morobil who had giants in their ranks. We were scared shi.t and from all indications, we were gonna lose. Just then, a soldier took stand in front of the line and with a device, some round stuff he called a scaler. He said some senseless stuff and whala, every one of our enemy soldiers fell asleep. It was one bizarre stuff I tell you...we just went on and took them down. The funny thing was that even their horses fell asleep."

He gave a good laugh and Mr. Logan joined him too. Cordelia though just sat there looking at them her eyes especially drawn towards Martin.
Just then George coughed twice and exchanged a glance with Cordelia before he excused himself. He took a sip of his tea and then decided to carry the cup with him after all. He spat out the liquid once he got out and poured the content out. He spent some time outside before he went back inside. He sat on a large piece of rock and was later joined by Cordelia.

"Everything alright George?"

He looked up to see her. He shook his head making space for her to sit and when she did take her seat. He held her hands.

"I know you probably think I'm over reacting but you have to be careful with them. I don't know...it all feels wrong."

"Oh common, they're probably the nicest lot I've seen in a lifetime. I understand that you feel this way but trust me, they won't hurt a fly."

He looked into her eyes for brief seconds. He could see she was certain. He wondered if she was always this quick to give her trust. He tore his eyes away when he saw she was getting pissed. He looked up into the sky. He was thinking.

She shifted a little, obviouslydiscomfited.

"Can I give you something?"

"Sure. What's it?"

He brought out the orb.

"I want you to keep Alexius. If you're right then there'd be nothing to fear about. And if there's danger looming, then I don't think they'd want to hurt you, not Martin at least."

She collected it though not too convincingly. She took it and kept it in her right pocket of her heavy fur coat. It was a deep one and rested well at the bottom. It was whistling in a low key and for once George wondered if he had made the right decision. Well, time would tell and he so much wanted to believe that Cordelia's trust in them was right.

Martin came out soon enough and joined them. George excused himself and just then a low pitched hiss caught his ears. He hoped to God that Martin hadn't heard it.

Good afternoon guys...I'm ready to update again as I'm a little free now. I may or may not have the chance to update tomorrow as I'm expecting a serious test. You guys should pray for me oo...



Enjoy!



#MadeOfMore!

He listened as Mr. Logan explained how that the strangers had been traveling from Beruse and had mistakenly gotten lost when they got to the gate of Ingord but Mr. Logan told him that it wasn't a mistake. Ingord, as he said is a realm protected from the eyes of wandering earthlings, ones who had no inclination to magic. It had magic to reconstruct the brain waves so it looks and feels like one has never been there. He went on to say that they had found them in the sand and were already being covered with dust. They had been surprised to have found them still breathing.
"Jubril said a portion of my cloth was burnt and that you smelt badly of smoke as though you'd be roasted in the fire. I really wondered how all that happened?"

"You don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

George kept mum not wanting to tell him how he had set him ablaze. He though understood everything now. They had encroached into the zone of lies in the desert and had been forced to bring out their worst emotions. When he had momentarily woken up. He had felt stuffs like dew falling from the sky. Now he knew better. They were the dew balms believed to have curative powers and he knew somehow, though he couldn't prove, that it had come from the orb. Alexius was still being useful even in his somewhat depleted state. His mood turned bitter. He wished he could have Alexius whole again. He had done so much for them. He didn't deserve this.

"Anything wrong George?" He quickly mopped the tear that had unceremoniously crept down his face.

"No, nothing to worry about. I was just thinking about Alexius"

"We miss him too you know, Corde and I, but hope's not lost yet. We can still save him."

George was happy they felt for him too. The realization brightened his mood.

"So how do you see them, Jubril and Martins?"

He thought for a second. He had always had the knack for reading people at first instance and though his judgment wasn't really in their favor, he really didn't want to upset Mr. Logan as he saw that he was more than pleased with them. It wasn't surprising though. Its not everyday that one gets to keep his life because of the kind acts of strangers. Still, he felt a reluctance to open up to them. Call it, intuition, instinct or whatever, he just didn't dig them.

Inside the castle, two played a game of hide and seek and Cordelia had felt drawn to the one named Martins and now as he looked from where he was sitting and watched as she looked deep into his eyes as he spoke, no doubt filling her head with stories of his travels round the world. Gosh, ladies could be so gullible at times. He didn't blame her though for being drawn towards him. He was handsome, a tall, nicely built guy with tanned skin and a set of teeth that could make Dianne, the goddess of love take on human form just to have him flash a smile at her. He didn't believe in the gods though as he felt they were am abstract creation manufactured in the mind of extremely stupid men. He gave them a look again. Soon, she too would start talking and he really hoped she didn't say too much.

"Mr. Logan, you haven't told them we know magic, have you?"

"No, not really. They may be nice but I can't trust them with such information yet. They will have to earn the rights to know and not even saving our lives warrants that."

He heaved a sigh of relief. He had always trusted Mr. Logan's judgment. He always thought before acting. But he couldn't say the same about Cordelia.

"Hey, how are you guys doing?" Having excused himself from Mr. Logan's company, he had walked straight to were Cordelia and the Martin guy sat facing each other. He asked standing with his hand akimbo. A contorted smile plastered on his face.

"Martin here was telling me about the war of Panton. He fought with the Rennions. He's seen quite a lot."

"I see..."

Martin flashed a smile his way and as George retorted with one of his, he caught a scar just above the brow of his left eye. He could swore he had seen it before.

"Where did you get that?" He asked.

"Oh, its the idiot Jubril, we once engaged each other in a fierce contest."

It wasn't this. He didn't know what it was but hoped he would get the connection soon. Jubril meanwhile had gone out of sight for a while and George had the uncanny feeling that they had to be careful with him.

Sigh!

This was going to be one long day!

girlhaley:
Okay na

Mind my typo o

No qualms. I'm ready to update again. It will be the last for today sha.
#MadeofMore!

girlhaley:
Jeez....it was dream afterall



I sight you pabon,oya come and upload oo

I just did na. I'm full of ideas now sha. I might update again before going to sleep.

It was bright inside the cave and all was calm. He was surprised that he had been left inside, unattended, abandoned. He wondered what they wanted and who they were. Why would they have gone the extra mile to save them only to kill them later. It just didn't seem right, didn't add up. He got up and cleaned himself. He really looked messy with the dust clinging to his body. "Boy, I need a bath. I smell like poo!". He proceeded to the pool of water and pulling down his clothes he allowed himself be swallowed by the water. As his body touched down and the water touched his skin, a cold shiver did a sprint up and down his body. He smiled obviously liking it. The pool wasn't too deep as it only swallowed him waist high. He sprinkled the water on his body and washed his face. He tasted the water and it felt a little sour in his mouth. He spat it out and began dipping and springing up in the water. Momentarily, he forgot his predicament and allowed the excitement relieve him of the stress and the fright that had been building up.

Just then, he felt movement as the ripples in the water changed orientation. But it wasn't with violence, just the occasional disturbances.
It might be the wind.
It could cause that rippling effect.
With that, he allowed the tension to die down and allowed his back to touch the water. He shut his eyes and allowed his mind to flow with the tide. His body was moved along the water. He enjoyed the feeling. It was indescribable. He wished he wouldn't leave soon.

What would even make him leave?

Just then, something hit him and cut short his fantasies. He did a U-turn and froze when he saw the body directly above his head. His hair and that of the body met and he was forced to stand up. He cast a second glance at the body. It was white all over and the eyes hung open forever gazing into the heavens above. This time, his vocal cord found a voice. It was girlish, a high pitched and heart rending scream. On Mr. Logan's chest was a laceration, the unmistaken remains of the protrusion of a sharp object.

Just then he caught sight of the elixir. It flowed towards him. He had no idea how he got to know about its medicinal properties but there was the craving for it. It felt like everything depended on it. He tried to swim towards it but felt a restriction. He swung his hand around trying to weave a current that would make it come towards him and it did work.

It was just within his reach now if only he could just stretch his hand. Then, a very bright light from above him shone into his eyes. He tried to prevent this moving his head to the left and then to the right but the beam of light followed him.

"It's blinding me..."
He struggled to remove his gaze.

"Rise and shine!"

He opened his eyes to see Cordelia pointing a torch into his eyes.

"You devi..."
He stopped suddenly.

"Where's Mr. Logan?"
"Wow! You look like you just had a dealing with the devil...what's the.."

"Hello...is he up now?"

That was Mr. Logan at the mouth of the cave. He looked at him and as he approached him. The realization hit him.

"I see. Another dream again, huh?" Mr. Logan dropped the tray he was carrying. It contained hot steaming tea. No doubt to calm their nerves and to provide warmth for the morning was really cold.

"Truth is, I can't tell the difference anymore, dream or reality. Mr. Logan help me. I think I'm on the brink of losing it. One moment you were dead and the other, you aren't. The funny thing is that it looked real."

He frowned obviously not convenient with the idea that he actually died, dream or not.

"Hmmm....we'll talk about that later. Let's go introduce you to the men who saved us."

girlhaley:
Nice one sir Probably they are already in ingord Or caught as prisoners... Waiting for the next

Not exactly. You'll get to see sha.

girlhaley:
Expecting more pabon

Its ready. I'm sorry I couldn't update y'day. I fell asleep while trying as the network was poor.

Enjoy!



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