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He opened his eyes to the darkness. He saw nothing as darkness so thick you could cut it with a knife enveloped his vision. What was this place?

All was still except for the soft dripping of liquid, water, whatever it was and it gave him the creepy feel. He shifted in the darkness and stretched his hand trying to make for this nearest wall. He touched it and felt it. It had a rough surface and had uneven slope. His hand went up and down as he ran it along the wall and it felt like a bumpy road. Then, his hand struck something that had a sharp end. He allowed his hand to go all the way up, he could only go so much as his hand could reach, his best guess was that it hung from the roof, ceiling, whatever this place was. This must be the devil's abode. It had a mystical feeling with it and for once, he thought he heard voices coming from the distance. He listened carefully but his ears caught nothing except the continuous dropping of that liquid.

Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap

It sounded like a clock and the sound it made when it touched the bottom convinced him that a pool must have formed on the ground. He swallowed down the last bit of saliva that lingered in his mouth and as he did so, he felt the sting on his throat. God, am I that thirsty.

Just then there was a squeaking, so sharp and brief that it sent shivers down his spine. He prayed that this was just the passing of time, that he wouldn't have to bear this for long. Otherwise he would, would...what would happen?

He would loose his sanity.

Yeah. That was it. He laid down his back closing his eyes hoping that sleep would again be kind to him as to let him drift away but it was not to be. The more he tried, the more he felt conscious. He cursed at his luck for waking him up at this time. He wondered why his magic wouldn't work. He had tried snapping, conjuring and now his thumb hurt from continuous strain. He hated being so helpless. Without magic, he sure wasn't going to last long...

He counted the drippings as it went about its routine, as accurately timed as the heartbeat. Maybe this would enable him loose track of his increasing fright.

Thirty-five.

Thirty-six....


Ninety-seven.
Ninety-eight
Ninety-nine...

One hund...

Where were Cordelia and Mr. Logan?The thought came like flash. He hadn't thought about them. If he was here surely they shouldn't be far away. He felt for them but alas they weren't there. His fear doubled now and he felt like something had happened to them and he had that feeling that they were in danger. Just then he heard footsteps approaching. They were slow but heavy. They obviously were carrying something, or somebody. They talked as they came but were barely audible as though they were whispering. He made out two words though; Ingord and elixir.

reinadefuego:
Between chapter 1 and now, you've really improved! Spellcheck would help just to make sure, or a beta reader (someone who reads it and makes sure there are no errors.) Maybe describe what's around them, and use all five senses if needed. I like it a lot.

Thanks a bunch. Would love to use your service for proof reading but I think that'll be when I'm done with the story.

He panted still though he had stopped running for minutes now. His efforts to regain steady breathing were near futile and he needed all the quiet he could get to avoid being detected. He hid behind a great oak tree closing his eyes, silently praying that they would pass without sighting him. He heard a pair of footsteps near and his heart started racing again. O God, he wished he could momentarily remove it, silence it like a boring alarm clock disturbing a sweet nice dream except this was no nice and dream, nah, it felt too real.

Silence.

The footstep had stopped. He waited for seconds and then when he decided that his assailants were no longer on his tail, he made for the run.

"Stop there and turn around!"

His heart doubled its beating and it felt as though it was going to burst out of his chest any time soon. His mind was clearer this time and without hesitation, he used the spell.

"Reduncta!"

The man dropped to his knees holding his ears like his head was being fried. He ran still and he watched from the corner of his eyes as two more soldiers came out of the bush.

"Tospring!"

A bolt of energy swept them off their feet and pushed them several feet into the air and they would no doubt be knocked into oblivion on touching the ground.

He ran further. He only had some few metres to get to the sept. He had to guide it by all means. He jumped when a bolt of spell came at him. He docked and rolled over easily just escaping the spells by fractions of seconds. He was surprised at his reflexes. Good thing he had paid attention to Mr. Logan's lessons. Then he heard the voice and stopped. It sounded oddly familiar. He turned to see a lady claded in armor similar to the one that Manterror's people normally wore. He stood unable to speak and unable to move, he was shocked beyond words.

"What are you...what's going on?"

He didn't get the answer though as an arrow pierced his heart. Cordelia though was unperturbed as a wicked grin escaped her mouth as she pushed his now almost lifeless body and retrieved her arrow.
He felt his body grow cold and then everything faded and then he regained consciousness.

Good evening guys. Hope your weekend was dope? Just curious...
What do you think happened to George and what do you foresee?

Will like to read your views...

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HENSEXIE:
nooooooo,it cnt Βε̲̣̣̣̥ na George cannot die.hey mr Pabon oya come ooo Sharpalyy,com aπϑ do sumtin

Lol. Heroes die at times now...but this one isn't ready to die just yet.

More to come...

Kalel4u33:
This suspense is kilin me abeg more update

The suspense shouldn't kill you oo...I need you alive to read my story...lol

Keep reading...



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The wind blew across the desert causing the dust to occasionally rise and then settle. It seem to be that all was at peace. The desert's cry for moisture now all but forgotten and surely life must go on. Give or take, the balance that nature gives must one day prevail. Even the desert holds promises of becoming greened one day, a community of thriving leafy vegetation but for now all was at ease.
A sound, not common with a place of such solitude was humming softly and it sounded like a dirge. It was good to hear; a wordless song passing a message so clear wishing safe entrance into the realms of no return.
The sound ceased.
A brief pause where the musical interlude should occur. Selah.
No, it wasn't an interlude as little droplets of dew began to fall all around wetting the ground. It wasn't a great downpour but it would be appreciated still. It would take some time for the soil to absorb moisture and then maybe, just maybe, life would begin....again.

And then the music began. Soft like before but clearly different. It carried words though not in English, some sort of ancient tongue. It was excited and it rose slowly, very well calculated like it was a exhibition of some well rehearsed piece.

"Adiemus adiemus
Nicorosa deni a dena...
Nus ganas pok samiente
Lus avocans lariania..."

This was like the chorus for it was on repeat now, once, twice and continuing.

In the dust, something twitched. It went limp again. But with each mention of the word 'adiemus' it kicked. It was like a call to awaken and he found the call hard to disobey. It found the soul and was dragging at it.

He found his eyelids stuff and for a while didn't know to open it but gradually his consciousness began to seep in. His eyes open and then shut immediately, heavy. He did it again with more determination this time but was only able to hold it up for some split seconds and that would do. He saw what looked like the hoofs of camels. There was six of them, that's three pairs from the anterior view. He couldn't bring himself to look up as that would require a great deal of kinetic and that was lacking now.

He went blank again sinking into oblivion.

He could hardly make out what they said now for their voices echoed were at their highest. It must have been well over eighty-five decibels. As they dueled, they cursed at each other.

"You've always been a pain in the ass ever since your mum brought you into this world. Falling sick with measles when you know that we didn't have money, you have such a thick headed skull and yet you couldn't know not to play close to ditches, getting yourself almost killed...you've been all pain since we got you...you are a bad mistake!"

"Oh no, you are the mistake...it was the greatest mistake having you as a father. You couldn't bear to stand grandpa's presence and had to elope and secretly marry his daughter. When I meet mum, I'll tell her how much foolish she was not to have seen you for who you were!"

There was a spark in Mr. Logan's eyes now and George knew that he was truly enraged now. He ran towards Cordelia with so much an anger, he would tear them all if they were five of her.

"Transus solem"

A fire ball spell came towards Mr. Logan even as he ran towards her. He saw it late and was able to dodge in time but the spell did hit something; the map he had been carrying detailing the location of Ingord. It caught fire immediately and it was ashes in split seconds.

"No, what have you done!" George screamed as he ran towards where the ashes laid on the floor.
"See what damage you've done and now we are lost and will probably die here"

They though seemed not to notice that they had just done something they were going to be a very big mistake, an hindrance to the arriving to their destination.
George himself became contorted and the were deep lines running on his head now, his fist tightened into a ball and he got up slowly but purposefully and just as Cordelia would used the lovantus spell on Mr. Logan, he sent it back.

"Repulsa!

The spell did go back and it hit her on her right hand. She fell down on her back and when she should have gotten up quickly, she remained. He dashed off to where she laid and shook her violently like one shaking a cherry tree with the hope that one ripe,fruit will fall off, an attempt that most times ends in futility. He just hoped she wasn't truly, oh God, he couldn't even think the word.

"What have you done George?" He pushed George aside and looked at his daughter and called unto her expecting her to wake up to his call (a sheep that only responds to its master's voice), yet she didn't stir.

"I swear I didn't use a harmful spell, I just reversed her spell!"

"And you killed her in the process." He looked into his eyes and it carried a burning shade of flames in them.

"Mr. Logan, please calm down. Things are not what they seem."

"You fool. You'll pay with your life. You ingrate. I gave you your life back and this is how you pay me...."

A fire was brewing now.

"...your presence has brought nothing but misfortune to us. You're evil and you must be put out of this your wickedness...

George looked at him and wondered what was talking because that sure wasn't Mr. Logan. Something was definitely wrong here. He was surprised to see himself entrapped in a circle of fire and it was beginning to rise. He cried out trying to get Mr. Logan to come to his sense but he was now far gone.

"Fare well devil"

He had an evil grin on and he watched with keen interest as the fire began to lick at George's clothes.

"Pay for your evil. An eye for an eye, a life for a life."

He screamed as the fire tore at his clothes and began to devour his flesh. In a moment he would be dead, and all for nothing.

Soon, their supply of food began to deplete and George wondered how much more they could last out here in the wilderness. Cordelia had began to lose her temper easily. Twice she had shouted him down for trying to speak to her. He knew that she was trying to conserve her strength but he felt the journey could be a lot less stressful if they could talk and allow time drift pass.

Then, he had kept to himself allowing Cordelia and her dad got ahead of him. He reflected on his life and his recent visions trying to make sense of them. He wished someone would give him the answers he sort. Someday seemed to him like forever, never. He brought the orb out of his pocket and looked into it. The light was still glowing dimly and he wished he could communicate to him, pschically or just any means. Someone should talk to me.

"Talk to me!"

He didn't realize he had screamed. He felt his adrenaline heighten a bit.

Both Cordelia and Mr. Logan turn to look at him but on seeing that he was unhurt, Cordelia quickly turned back and kept on moving. This got George angrier still.

"Is everything all right?" Mr. Logan asked.

"No!" He walked past the surprised Mr. Logan. He hadn't expected to be shouted on. George never raised his voice on him. He wondered what was happening.

"George, you have to calm down and don't allow the stress of the journey get to you."

"I'm trying but I don't know how much longer I can last."

"You just have to try...that's what's important...that you don't stop trying."

"Mr. Logan, do you see any hope for us arriving in Ingord on time or even surviving this desert?"

"We'll"

"Will you two reduce your noise...I can't even hear myself think...gosh!" Cordelia stopped to shout at them. George wondered what was coming over her. Yes, she could be rude to George at times but never to her father. Something was definitely wrong with her. He cast her a long stare. When her eyes caught his, she rolled her eyes, hissed and returned her gaze to the road ahead.

"Mr. Logan, do you think Cordelia is alright?"

"I can't tell...she acting somewhat...."

"...strange!" George helped him complete the sentence.

"It could be the stress and the seemingly hopelessness of our...."

"When I said reduce you noise, I meant like to the level of shut up!" She emphasized on the 'shut up'. Apparently she wasn't done yet.

"Is this how you act and then expect mum not to run away...I'm even surprised she spent that long with you."

Surprise...

Then anger...

"How dare you?"

George didn't know what happened next for it was so fast and had to shift out of the way before the 'volantus'; a pain heightening spell that was now moving in both directions hit him.

Okay.

I'm sorry I couldn't bring this update y'day...its kinda short as I just quickly drafted it...


Pls manage it...enjoy!




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LarrySun:
Hello pabon, How are you? This is a nice work. I need to discuss online publishing with you. If you're interested, kindly contact me via larrysun4real@yahoo.com.

Bless you.

Okay sir. I'll do just that.

DandyPearl:
Happy new year too. Ok. We'll be expecting the update whenever it comes in but don't make it too long. Be a good boi @ skool

OK ma, I've always been a good boy...lol!


I will try and bring a short update later....classes ends by 4pm today...

wish me well!



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girlhaley:
Waoh
This super glued me to my phone since morning
This is an excellent piece
Yo da bomb man
This is fantastic
Waiting oo

LOL. I'm glad you liked it. I pray I'll have time to update today...and thanks for calling me the bomb (getting ready to explode).

ysadiq:
just came across this nyc piece of literature yesterday and it kept me busy throughout PABON u are the bomb boko haram have been using. just as if i was watching merlin. guy you are good.

Thanks oo...but biko I'm not that kind of boko haram bomb oo...I explode with goodies and not otherwise...


You guys enjoy your day....whenever the chance presents itself I'll bring out my phone and type another update...

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Good evening guys,
I just logged into school now and I'm kinda tired....If no be my project supervisor, I wouldn't have resumed today...everywhere is just so dry....

Got to complete this proposal

Chapter Thirteen

He was shaking violently and it took both the effort of Cordelia and Mr. Logan to hold him still.

"I failed, Mr. Logan, they trusted in me and I failed them!" Tears dropped down his cheek as he spoke and Cordelia wiped them off. She was feeling sympathy for him. It must have hurt him much to see his guardian in such a state. But he need not put the blame on himself. It wasn't as if they'd thought that anything like that could happen. There are stuffs you just can't plan for, can't anticipate. That's one of the mysteries of creature like the reason for the existence of those troublesome insects, the mosquitoes. Singing hateful songs that feels you with nothing but pure anger and disgust. You try to catch them and you're in for a ruby's cube challenge as they've got the best dodging skills . And as if that isn't annoying enough, they then go a step further and suck your blood when they feel you've gotten to the height of your hatred for them.
Bloody creatures.
Good for nothing.
She could still feel the itchy sensations, they had left swollen spots on her legs and she had sworn to kill as many as she could before they got to Ingord. But, how exactly and why did George feel responsible for their well being? If anything, it was they who should see to it that he gets to Ingord safe as he was just a boy and entirely new to strange occurrences like these.

"Its no fault of yours George. We all didn't see it coming. No one could have anticipated such."

"But I did! The key was placed in my care, my trust and all that was expected of me was to just get to the septum and released the dark knight but I failed!" Fresh tears came rolling down his cheek again. Her faced had the mixed look of confusion and amazement. She turned to her father.

"Did you hear that? Do you think he's getting mad?"

He shook his head.

"No, I don't."

He knew there was more to it. But how did the boy know. This was something that had happened years ago and had been erased from his memory. How was it possible that he remembered?

"Son, have you been having dreams?"

"Yes Mr. Logan and this was definitely looked real."

"Wow, my guess is that the connection between you and Alexius has opened a pathway for the sharing of memories. Memories that he had collected over the years and had kept hidden from you..."

"Hidden? Why would he hide them from me. He was supposed to be my guardian. What he does is reveal things to me and not conceal them?"

"Yeah. It is his duty show you things and he has being doing just that and if he has kept anything from you, I think he'd have a good reason for doing that."

George kept mute. There was wisdom in Mr. Logan's words. But, he wondered how much more information Alexius had kept from him.

"So, what do I do about these visions I've been having?"

"You speak as though you've had more than one!"

"Yeah, there was another dream where a man was trying to get inside a door in an abandoned castle?"

At this Mr. Logan got up and moved closer to him. He looked frightened which was strange because Mr. Logan was hardly ever so. He had always been as hard and bold as a city whose walls towered high and whose watchmen were always on alert.

"This castle you talk about. Was it painted?"

"It was, of white with a touch of blue and on in front of it was the statue of a lion."

Mr. Logan's mouth hung open but he quickly closed it on realization of himself. His mind began wandering and he didn't hear when George called him.

"Mr. Logan! Is there a problem?"

He came to his senses again and looked to George with a strangeness that George had never seen before on his face. It was as though he was seeing George for the first time. It was his time now to wonder if Mr. Logan still had all his brain tissues intact.

"I'm alright." Then he looked straight into George's eyes.
"Did he manage to get in?"
"No, he was kicked out and violently so. It appeared his magic was no match for the binding spell, whatever it was that had been used to seal that door."

He watched him ease a little. He had been afraid that he would snap any moment and begin pulling his clothes, the first step in a long journey on madness. He was glad he hadn't.

"Let's hope that he wouldn't try any sooner again. And let's hope to God that the magic holds longer still. So much depends on it."

George was confused.

"Mr. Logan, anything I need to know?"

"No, not yet. One thing is sure though. We have to get to Ingord as quickly as we can."

Then he turned to him again.

"This man. You didn't happen to see his face. Did you?"

"No, I didn't but he was the cruelest man I've ever seen. He killed with impunity!"

He tasted the disgust in his mouth and spat it out. He wished Mr. Logan would tell him more but knowing him he knew it was better not to probe further. It would be a futile attempt.

I'm so glad mhen!



I should have done this very early but MTN has made a new year resolution to frustrate me...God pass them sha.





Many thanks to donkross1 and Sageez for finding me worthy to be nominated literature person...you guyz rock (although I don't think I'm up to that standard yet...still you guys made my year when I saw your mentions)





You guys rock so much...this year for no make sense if to say una no enter am with me. Many thanks to God for counting us worthy to see the new year...



Many more for this new year...





Afz9095

DandyPearl

Rockhillz

Sageez

Hensexie

Essyprity

Olite93

Maggielovely

Essyprity





So much more I can't recall...thanks for coming all the way with me.





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DandyPearl:
Happy new year fellow followers .... Wish you all the bestest things 2016 have got to offer....Happy new year too Pabon. Great story. Keep it up.

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DandyPearl thanks so much. I'm wishing you a great time in 2016. May your best wishes come to fruition...

Afz9095:
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2 PABON AND MY FELLOW FOLLOWER OF THIS GREAT STORY,MORE BLESSINGS

Thanks so much. Wish you a fulfilling year. God will make you bigger.




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*Bandits Attack *Desert of Lies *The duel *Theft
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*Bandits Attack *Desert of Lies *The duel *Theft
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rockhillz:
**Folds my arm** ...waiting

LoL. I'll update tomorrow ceteris paribus

#MadeOfMore!
So much more...

This update has been ready since morning but MTN network refused me connection.

Anyways, enjoy yourself..

Just one more day to go...its been God all the way!!!


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His bottom hit the floor with a bang and he picked himself up hurriedly. He looked around in a sort of bemused confusion.

How had he managed to crash through a roof and damn, where was he?



He didn't know and he didn't wait for the answer to come. He knew he had to hurry up and get out but for what reason he couldn't exactly place it. Still, he ran bursting through the ruins. His shorts now badly torn with the dust rising as he ran. Damn! He wished he could be faster. His heart had doubled its beats like drummers nearing the end of an enthusiastic display of some well rehearsed exhibition, the climax. God, why couldn't he be faster?



He got to the lobby and out in the open. Several bodies laid sprawled on the floor, their eyes gazing at the sky, forever. He paused to look at one of them. It was that of a woman. The semblance, the look. He tried racking his brain but it wouldn't kick start and as he didn't have enough time, he turned away from her and kept on running. A pain was brewing now on his knew cap and they felt like his lower leg were about to be pulled out of its socket. He ran still occasionally having to duck low to avoid stray rays of spells that had come flying his way. All around men, all sizes, skinny, fatty, all well clad in armors of some sort of thickly woven material which he suspected had been enchanted to resist magic. They stood one against one involved in some sort of duel. It was a sight he hadn't seen before for what sort of war was fought with both steel and magic?


He ran and stopped just short of falling in a ditch. He looked around to see if there was another way he could take. There seemed no way. Just then, he heard a body drop to the ground. He hoped to God that he hadn't been seen. He had to jump over the ditch, he had to. He moved back a little and muttered all the momentum he could for a jump of this magnitude.



"You there. Turn around!"



He stopped in his thrust, his heart following rhythmically. He hoped with everything that he wasn't the one being referred to. He heard the sound of metal being wiped and he knew that whoever it was had just killed someone and had just withdrawn his blade from the body which he presumed must be dead now. He wished that the sword wasn't now aimed at him.



"Didn't you hear me. Turn around or I hack your little frame into nothingness."



That had got to be him. Oh, damn! He was doomed!



"Where were you heading for?"



"Ahem...I was...I really don't know!"



"You were in such a haste and you say you have no idea?"

He looked at him with a look so mean that he would make Manterror appear like an angel.



Something was beginning to click.
The armor.

The design.

It looked so much like the ones he had usually seen the knights wear. Black cotton woven tops covered by a brazen mesh of some metal copper with green shoulder hand core. The only difference being a golden rim was missing where it would have been in the hem of the robe.



"Who are you guys and what's going on here?"



"Who we are? You don't know. You really think I'm that stupi.d to fall for your silly attempt to dissuade me from preventing your mission. I'm no fool. I know they'd want to use someone we wouldn't suspect; a little boy"



"I don't know what you're talking about, I swear it to you."



"What's in your pocket then?"



Suddenly, he felt his pocket heave. Like something had been dumped into it. It bulged and he wondered what was happening. He slowly dipped his hand in and brought out a rather small but heavy box.



"Open it."



He didn't know why but knew he shouldn't open it and his mind began working ways he could avoid doing so. He brought his hand to the seal and traced the lock but then stopped.



"I'm not so sure how to open it. Why don't you try?"



"You want to play with me. Open it now!" He was shouting now. George retorted.



"I said I'm can't open it. So if you're going to kill me you better do it now."

He did his best to shout back. He hoped he had done it right to conceal his intent.

He looked at George trying to discern if he was telling the truth or not. He slowly reached for the box and snatched it out of George's hand. He gave George one more look before bending to open it. He traced the seal around the lock and read the words.



"ORICEN AMORA TACTON VIX"



It snapped open and as he opened the box wider, he didn't expect it.



"Resvendron!"



A ray of spell shot into his chest and his kneel buckled down to a kneeling position. He tried fighting with his might but it was useless. The more he struggled, the more pain he felt. His arms and legs were cracking under him. He was being paralyzed, all his joints locking until he fell to the ground, his eyes fastened on George who walked close to where he laid to pick up the box.



"Septum magnum!"



He was already about scooping it into his hand when something like a glass shielded him. He tried reaching further but met a blockage. He heard footsteps edging closer. He wondered what was happening. The legs were big and the under portion of the robe had blood stains on them. He had seen this before. He looked further up as the figure came closer and as he bent to pick the key, he saw his face. A twin shock went down his body entwined making the effect double. It was Manterror. He saw the shock on the boy's face and wondered why. He didn't have time though and quickly turned to go.



"I'll come back for you!"



He looked at the warrior still motionless on the ground and directed a spell at him.



"Invalidus!"



He twitched uncontrollably and in split seconds was motionless, dead.



He rushed ahead and with a quick spell conjured a bridge across the ditch and crossed through not once looking back. Though George tried hard to release himself, he couldn't. He mustered all his will but he felt useless as nothing seemed to work. He must have been there for twenty minutes or more, he couldn't tell when suddenly, he felt a surge of energy swim pass him. He knew then that something had happened. He found out that as the wind had blown past, the barrier had lifted. He ran as fast as he could and something at the back of his mind told him he was late. He ran faster and on getting to the grave yard found out that he'd been released already; the dark knight in the hand of the enemy.



"No, it can't be...No..."



He stopped crying and ran towards the castle and found that all the people he knew had been fighting for the greater good had been turned to mummies...



He fell to the ground crying...he was face to face with two mummies who bore resemblance to him. They were no doubt his parents. Manterror came close to the man and remove the crown from his head.



"Take that lad away. Don't harm him. He's coming with us!"



As the warrior proceeded to get him. He screamed out loud with an erring mixture of doom and failure. He had failed in his one single mission. He should have gotten to the dark knight first. He screamed again louder this time as two warriors held him up.

HENSEXIE:
Ŧђɑ̤̥̈̊п̥̥̲̣̣̣ks 4 d update PABON,but pls we nid mooree.G̶̲̥̅Ơ̴̴̴̴͡.̮Ơ̴̴̴͡D̶̲̥̅ job dear
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Thanks dear. I shall try, I shall try.



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Afz9095:
u re doing a very gud job bt pls try 2 proof read ur updates B4 postin cos dere re some typin error in it... #MADE OF MORE

Ok. Please kindly point them out to me. Your correction has been noted.
Thanks.

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rockhillz:
**Rockhillz smiles**.....why ,pabon posted ...keep it up brother.... u still da BOOM....
#MoM

Lol!
I'm still here and I'll try my best to update regularly now that I have some time.



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The leaves rustled as he walked down the path. All around the little creatures, mice and squirrels scurried hurriedly out of his way as though he was terror and yes he was with the way he walked culturing the motion of the wind to be in tandem with his strides, even the leaves hanging down from towering branches stopped swaying when he walked pass till he was far gone like royal guards careful not to make the mistake that could see their head severed and fed to the wolves. He had an air of eagerness indifferent to his black robe dragging along the withered leaves that laid on the floor of the forest leading to the castle. An air of danger loomed as he increased his pace. A few metres ahead, a snake slithered in the dust.

"Invalidus!"

The slithering stopped and the creature stopped gliding on its belly. It stretched and in a matter of split seconds, it had dried off assuming a state of stillness, lifeless.

Evil

He wouldn't say killing snakes were bad but the manner in which this had been done was as cruel as he could imagine. He wondered what ran in this man's veins, what color his blood was; red or black?

He noticed that he had a labored breathing like he was nursing some respiratory ailment or perhaps he was tensed. But what could he be so tense about.

From his vintage position, he couldn't exactly see the man's face especially as he had his hood covering his head. He knew that whatever this man had to do, it wasn't going to produce good news.

They soon reached the clearing and he knew now where he was headed; a castle that was fast decaying from abandon. Weeds had grown and climbers had found support laddered on its walls.
His curiosity was heightened with the strange notion rising at the back of his mind that he knew this place. When he got to the castle, he performed some sort of spell.

"Sansum alorahina victus expeliadis hoverin funlis toshe. Runna lis von hox lakrima vicus en vicus

Rolacerx vengus le encryptus tus ale tus ganas
Ab initio, ab finishe among ascente"

The moment he stopped chanting, a mist-like encystment rolled off and the man proceeded towards the door.

"Aperi portam!"

The door knob turned and gave way for him. He pushed his way and snapping his fingers, he conjured a light. It revealed a very long passage with different bends but this man seemed to know exactly where he was headed.

He definitely must be used to this castle or might have lived here.

He took many turns, some to the left and some the right and then they came to a hall that stank of decaying mint and myrrh. The man smirked as he walked down the long hall which must have taken about five minutes to walk through end to end and finally came to a door.

"Aperi portam!"

The door didn't bulge. He spelled again but still there was no response.
The man cursed aloud.

"Open up stupid!"

He tried again.

"Alahomora!"

Still it wouldn't give way.

"You leave me no option then."

He opened his palm and directed his energy at the door.

"Damnatio!"

Still it didn't work. This made him angry and he sprang to the door and tried to force his way in when he was suddenly flung away. He hit his head against the roofing and was then thrown against the wall. He winched in pain as he tried to get up. George wanted to laugh out loud but he muffled the sound letting out a faint squeal. The man seemed to take note as he quickly turned in George's direction and headed towards him. He could only make out his eyes for they were crimson red. He quaked with fear and as the man reached him to take a hold of his shirt, he let out a deafening scream.

Mr. Logan would later discover that a bond had been formed between Alexius and George at the bank of the river. This bond somewhat connected both their life forces. This had both good and bad with it. For one, this means that they could buy Alexius more time since he could now share essence with George who seemed best fit to carry on amongst their whole lot but on the bad side, it would be a drain on him seeing he was so young and also, in the creation of a bond a platonic stream was created which could be the portal for manipulation of they both and if misused could lead to death. Mr. Logan though took extra measures using spells from the bloodied scroll; a scroll that contained some deep rooted magic not meant for leisure use but he knew it was worth it. They couldn't risk allowing just anyone see the aura which was now glowing ever so well. With his spells he had been able to cloak them just sufficiently but they were not so stable and he could only hope no one pries deep but what was the chance of meeting someone who could possess such prying visions. The probability was insignificant. But still he wondered but wouldn't ask how the bond had been created. Two ways were known; one through blood and the other was through a deep emotional bonding. His best bet was the later although with George you couldn't be perfect with predictions. He could only pray that whatever they did wouldn't get them and him especially into more troubles.

George had held unto the orb and even in his unconscious state had held onto it tightly amidst several futile attempts to retrieve it. When he awoke, he stroke it and shook it.

"Alexius, can you hear me?"

There was some whistling and he knew it was Alexius' way of showing he way still there. He sighed dropping the orb into his pocket. That was going to suffice for now. So long as he heard those whistling, he knew there was still hope.

As they continued their journey, George explained to Mr. Logan how he had read about the blood line prophecy that had occurred in the very place they were treading and how a powerful magician of the lineage of the first magi generation had construed a spell killing all the horses that the Renarinos had brought against them in a battle that saw many dead. The spell had been a last resort seeing that his people were being increasingly depleted by the men whose horses had given them extra advantages. The field had been tagged the blood line massacre because it the blood of the horses had been drawn and used to fuel the rage of Debalia's warriors.

Mr. Logan though wondered how such information had eluded him and how George had gotten to know about such an information. He knew it hadn't been in any of the books he had given to him. When he asked, George told him it he had seen it in one of the books refusing to be specific that he had actually read about it recently in the hidden room behind the wardrobe and in the X-rated region. Though George wondered how a spell that had been cast over five centuries ago was still potent by this time.

Essyprity:
Pabon. Great piece u have here. I think u should make d updates a little more often so we don't lose interest easily. Merry Christmas

Thanks. I shall try..

Truth be told..I sometimes experience writer's block and the juice just seems stale at such times but I shall try.



#MadeOfMore!!

Afz9095:
u re da bomb,u really tried. hope dey will be able 2 safe alexius

Thanks. Lets just wait and see when the next update unfolds.