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CHAPTER SIX

The darkness spread round about occupying every little space there was. It made still every form of life and the air smelled of fear like there was an imminent danger awaiting any creature who ventured into the territory. Not even the squeaking of squirrels, not the hooting of owls. All seemed to have gone cold and still if only to have their lives spared for another night.

The air felt chilly against his skin but inside, his bones were only kept warm by the heat that emanated from the fear that was conjuring on his inside, he wasn't normal. He shouldn't be sweating in this cold weather.

Why was he scared?

He wondered where he was and why. Where was he and was he being held captive or was this place even real?

He reached for his legs but found out they were more or less dead. His hands and legs felt heavy and stiff. He pinched his leg and when he should have cried out in pain, there was no feeling. It felt like they had never been put to use before. Also, his throat itched terribly like they housed a dozen of sores. Worse still, his ears kept tingling and painfully so, it felt like...like...like he had lost the use of them. His eyes felt like they had been glued to his eyelids preventing him from opening them.

But of what good would his eyes have made in darkness?

He was useless, less than living. That was how he felt..like some big mass of condemned elements. He felt the very essence of life wash out of him like some liquid flowing down the drain. Only in this case, he was both the liquid and also its observer. This didn't seem right. This wasn't happening.

He tried to re boot his brain, to kick start it into action but like an unoiled engine, it would not bulge.

He breathed deeply as the last of bit of his soul was being sucked away like a long streak of white smoke and replacing it was a void,so dark, so cold that it would make even the brightest of light lose its radiance. It had come at last and his soul was going to find rest, solace.

But he had never imagined it so, he had always thought to see himself being welcomed by a band of white-clothed angels with flutes and trumpet singing melodious songs as he was taken to a mansion where he would be free and made to sit on a chair made of gold, clothed with royal purple robe made with the best of silk, underneath his feet would be a pillow, soft and comforting preventing his feet from feeling the coldness that was associated with the human world, he would be served sumptuous delicacies filled with every kinds of meat he desired, three times, no five times a day like Gofrin, oh..he shouldn't remember him, not even his name...he would spoil this one...like some gall in a cup of tea, his very own devil...yes, back to his fantasy, he would...He couldn't remember what he had been all about.

What's with this brain malfunction?

He sank low as his despair plunged deeper. He felt lost, felt betrayed. This was not what he had bargained. He had accepted death only so he could have a taste of joy. And this...this was no definition of joy, it was like the exact replica of the meager life he was living only worse; trapped in endless darkness and lonely.

Suddenly, he felt a presence. Like someone was walking close, and as he came, it came, whatever, there was an excitement about its arrival. The essence were flowing back in, the smoke that was his soul was re condensing into its container, his body. Everything seemed to be going on reverse. The tingling in his ears stopped and though his couldn't see, he sensed an unusual brightness gradually proceeding radiating a warmth as it came. Finally, it stopped as it came to where he laid.

"This one's not to be tampered with. He's the chosen," came a deep baritone voice. He heard sound of something retreating.

Those words! They had meant something. It conveyed meaning that he sensed were in a way related to him.

"YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE. ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT. NOW OPEN YOUR EYES. YOUR DESTINY HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN."

Then he was gone and he knew it because the feeling of warmth the aura radiated was gone.

He opened his eyes slowly only to shut them back again, the rays of the sun was almost blinding him.

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The passage was dark and it stank of decaying organisms which must have been dead for a long time. There was no trace of light and the dead silence made his heart cling to his chest.
There was a rumbling in his stomach and a shrill that coerced the length of his being, not from hunger or cold, but from the feeling of danger that the passage radiated.

Light. He needed light.

"Enflammare!"

A fire conjured on the tip of his finger and with it, he took a good view of his surrounding.
There were cobwebs hanging from every available space in the ceiling and trails of sand littered the floor. He saw what he thought to be the skeleton of a rodent in more than two places. What caught his attention most was the writings on the wall. They were not in a language he could read but they were strangely familiar. He felt like he could understand them, that they communicated to him some vital essence.
Coupled with the writings, were drawings and markings that portrayed six men dressed in some ancient attire each wearing an helmet, no not an helmet, a crown with the emblem of lions. He looked closely at the drawings to see that there was something different about the guy in the rear, on his own crown was the emblem of a dragon.
He remembered the armor room where he had noticed that the armor that fought him had been different with his sword having the emblem of a dragon. There was some connection here but his naïve mind could not fathom it. His thoughts seemed to be clogged as he could not make meaning of the streams of thought battling for recognition in his head. He sighed and moved on. He must not forget that he had to escape before he was caught.
He moved on trying hard to concentrate. He still felt hungry and knew he had to make it out in time and find something to eat or he was going to die of starvation.
He feet ached as he moved through the passage trying hard to avoid stepping on anything on the floor. As he went on, the passage narrowed into a tunnel and he knew from the way it was getting warmer and sloping downwards that they were going underground.

The air was getting hotter and his throat getting dry. He had to get out of this place soon or he was gonna choke.

He doubled his footstep and broke into a run when he noticed that the tunnel was getting wider. He instinctively knew that he was nearing the end of the passage as the air was getting cooler and purer. With excitement, he ran on and came to an abrupt stop when he heard movement, not of footsteps but of something gliding. He tried to listen but everywhere seemed to have gone quiet. He looked sideways but saw nothing. He then looked up and dodged just in time as something lunged for him from the ceiling.

It was a snake.

He shifted back but his brain was slow in processing his next course of action and took instead to observing the features of the snake. It had a small head with eyes dark and cold in a way he thought amusing with patches of red. Its skin, no scales were of golden brown encircled by grey colored patches. As it rose, its thoracic region was revealed, it was somewhat transparent and the....

The snake lunged at him and would have bitten him but for the light that he had thrust forward quite unconsciously.


'I'm I mad. What I'm I doing?'

Realization came to him quickly. It was no ordinary snake. It had tried to hypnotize him to make the kill easy. He wasn't gonna die cheaply by the bite of a magical creature like himself.He was up quickly and ran all the way out of the passage. He heard the slithering of the snake behind him but he kept his focus and increased his speed till he came to an opening and then he fell down to the ground. He noticed that the snake had not followed him out and could sense a change in the air, the atmosphere was soothing, almost too soothing to be real. He closed his eyes and counted as his breath slowed.
He was being drawn in, drawn to a place where there would be warmth. He didn't know how he knew it but he was certain that if he could just cross the line, allow himself to be carried away, he would find satisfaction. He close his eyes and eased himself to be dragged in. Here was peace at last...peace that would last forever.

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George is now in...I reserve my comment.

Keep the ink flowing.....

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#MADE OF MORE

Run!

Where was he to run to? He had no idea where could be safe for anyone running from someone as powerful as Lord Manterror. It was doom before he even attempted. But still he had to try.

He braced himself and got up, looked around for things he could possibly need among the little things he possessed. Nothing there was of importance. He owned virtually nothing and carrying things would even slow him down.

He got to the door, looked around and when he was sure that no one was around, he walked as fast as his limb could carry. He came to the end of the corridor and stopped. There were two staircases, two ways into the corridor; up the staircase to the left led to the kitchen and the other to the right, led to the room of the lady Geraldine, Manterror's wife.
He chosed the one that led to the kitchen. Of course, where was he to take?

He ran up the stairs and got into the kitchen and fought his way through the crowd of serving women and young maids. They were not surprised that he was in a hurry as he always hurried like that whenever he was an errand. He got to the end of the kitchen and got to the door. He opened it and ran down the stairs. Just then, he heard the voice of one of the guards whose voice was familiar. As he ran down the many steps, he could only make out the words 'seen him' faintly but he was sure those words were directed at him.

"God, they know! They are all after me."

Run!
But where?It came to him as soon as the thought came. There was only one place where he would be safe, where no one will dare pursue him onto; the albanian forest held stories of horror and no one who cared for his life could venture there. It was told that spirits came out in the open and broad daylight waiting for victims whose souls they fed on. It also heard stories that all sort of strange and dangerous creatures were found. It was his only chance of survival and he had to make it there. But how could he do it without being caught?

He jumped the last two steps and came to face the door that led to the stable. There was a door there that led to the courtyard but it would be filled up with patrolling soldiers. There was no way he could make it out alive.

He heard footsteps coming closer and felt his heart beat hard against his chest. He had to make a decision quick or face his impending death. And boom it came.

The secret passage that the princess, what was her name again, Cordelia, princess Cordelia had talked about in her letter. He had to find it. He ducked low as some armed guards came to sight. They looked around for a long time and would have almost found him had the place not been dark. He shifted further into the darkness trying so much to be quiet and stilling his breath. He heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the last of the retreating footsteps.
As he tried to get up, he lost footing and he fell back hitting his back on the wall. He would have almost screamed out in pain except for the fact that the guards could still be near and something else...His back had not hit concrete wall but something different. It had felt cold against his back in contrast to the walls that radiated a kind of warmth. Not quite able to see, he used his hand to feel the surface and smiled when his hand came across something; it was the handle of a door.

He had found it. The secret passage.

He wasted no time in getting in.

"Aperi portam!"

The lock of the door clicked open and turning down the handle, he went in.

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Same to u

Thanks dearie.

Nothing to write tonight. Just came here to wish you all a merry christmas.

He was taken aback by those words.

Was he about to eat to his own death?

He was happy and scared at the same time. Happy that the guardian had timed his attack very well for without him, he would have being laying down dead on the floor.
But he was scared for his life. If truly, his food has been poisoned, then this would not be end of the attempts. His life would be on a continuous bout of danger.

"Why would Manterror want to take my life?"

Scribbling...

"There are some questions that even I cannot answer. But sometime in the future, you will. But one thing is certain, you have been marked for death."

His heart was pounding as he thought about his present situation. It has to be something very grave for Manterror to want his life.

But how was he sure it was Manterror and not Tennaki?

"Who really wants me dead, Manterror or Tennaki?"

Scribbling...

"Tennaki is dangerous and could be used to do anything evil but this is not his own doing. And by the way what have you done that could warrant him killing you?"

You have no idea he thought.

"Oh I do...,"

Great!I'd forgotten he could hear my thoughts

Then he remembered how he had called for the guardian's help and he hadn't come to his rescue.

"Why the hell didn't you come to my aid in my moment of desperation? I mean I could have been killed back there by only god knows what--a armor!"

There was a pause and then scribbling...

'Its not as it seems. I was away for a very serious reason. My stay would have been detrimental to your purpose.'

"How?"

'Let's say I would have been the missing link in a puzzle that Manterror is trying hard to solve.'

"Oh..."

His anger dissolved immediately and his fear was clearly evident. He tried to imagine what had happen that brought the focus all of a sudden to him. Somewhere deep down, a light was striving to surface in the mist of the darkness that now cloudy his mind. An idea as to why he was suddenly the target. It was quite alarming to think that he was no longer Manterror's obstinate slave boy but now also his enemy.

Alarming!

Yes, it had all begun the dark the bell had rung on that fateful day when he was in the kitchen. The alarm signifying the arrival of a new prophecy. Somehow, he knew the prophecy had been connected to him. But he still was ignorant of the content of that prophecy.

"Is there any way to know the content of that prophecy?"

Scribbling...

"Timing. Everything's got to do with timing. When the time is right you will be fully knowledgeable about the prophecy but for now you must concern yourself about your safety.".

He was getting angry...

"Why the hell won't you tell me anything? Why must it be later? Is it until I'm dead before you reveal them to me? How I'm I suppose to fulfill some stupid destiny if I don't know anything? How I'm I suppose to be safe if I don't know what I'm up against?"

He didn't realize he had be shouting at the top of his voice. Footsteps were approaching quickly. Then, like the stroke of lightning the food in the plate disappeared, he was involuntarily forced to a sleeping posture. He tried to move but felt as though an invisible hand was forcing him down. His tongue was tied and as he tried to scream, his vocal cord couldn't produce any sound.

Tennaki came to sight and looked in. He smiled when he saw that the plate was empty and that George was lying down. He reached for the plate and then took a peep into George's face. With the alacrity of a professional, he intuitively shut his eyes just in time before Tennaki could suspect he was awake.

"The deed is done!" Tennaki said smirking widely as he left the room. As he left, George felt a weight lifted off him like an invisible blanket. He got up immediately searching for the book. He was afraid it had left again. He scanned the area and managed to sight the book just in time to see it disappear with the words clearly written on it.

[size=3pt] 'You must run away. NOW!'. [/size]

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#MADE OF MORE

The time was 5pm,thirty minutes more than the three hours that had been stipulated for him to return back to his place. He sat down on the tree stump which he used as a seat. He tried to think about the day's activity so he could just stop thinking of the hunger that was almost driving him insane.

What had been controlling the armor?

Even as he tried, his mind still couldn't fathom it. At last he gave up and rested on the thought that it had to do with magic.

He had often heard that there were spirits lurking around the castle, fearful ones but he had never given the stories credit and often dismissed them as 'cock and bull' stories fabricated just to scare toddlers. He thought he was smarter than that. But now, he had started to believe.

Believe

That's all he had to do. His guardian had told him that BELIEVE was what would save him in dire times. Believe in himself. He had magic inborn, that it flowed in his veins though he hadn't come to terms yet with that fact for then he ought to be able to do magic without much stress.

Why hadn't he been able to summon his guardian?

Believe

That's all he had to do. What else was hope? He had since been hanging on just those words that his life had a purpose, that he wasn't just a waste of another se.men as Tennaki always called him. In the future, he was going to confront Tennaki for using those words against him. He had to know--

A sharp pain distracted him from his thought and made him hold his stomach. This hunger was driving him nuts.
Just then, his stomach caught the strong smell of food. He tried to take his mind off it as he thought he was fantasizing. But no, that really was the smell of food, of well garnished jollof rice. He got up and looked out just to see a guard emerge from the far away corner of the corridor carrying a steaming bowl of rice and it wasn't any other but Tennaki.

"I'm going to beg him to eat even if he kills me for it," he told himself.
As Tennaki got closer, he was smiling mischievously.

Was this how he usually smiled when he was about to dissect a meal?

Tennaki didn't stop but was heading to his room. He ducked and quickly went inside when he saw Tennaki just footsteps away from his door.

"Hello little darling!," came Tennaki's voice.

Tennaki being nice? It was too good to be true. It was either his hunger was driving him mad or he was still locked up in one of his dreams.

"I brought you food. The kind Lord Manterror has been noticing your emanciation and has therefore ordered that I see to it that you're well fed"

Even as he said it, it was very easy to tell that he didn't mean it. There was an air of cynicism about those words.
Still, as he left, George was left with nothing but fantasies about the food being rushed into his stomach and saw them, lump by lump depositing themselves, one on-top the other in a nice arrangement till there was no space left. He sure was going to savor every last spoonful of the rice. And he was going to leave the two large chunks of meat for the last. It was like a price, a jewel for going through the task of eating.

But such large pieces of meat?Even Gofrin's wasn't usually this large. Anyway, the king had said he wanted him unmalnourished and he was going to enjoy it while it lasted. He dipped his spoon into the plate and made it half-way to his mouth.

He ought to say some prayers for this food or shouldn't he?
He had often wondered if there really existed a god like people say.
No, there's no god! For which god would have allowed him suffer all the pains he had gone through ever since he could remember. No, no god could be so heartless.

There's no god!

Haven come to this conclusion, he again dipped the spoon into the steaming bowl of rice and wedged it ensuring it was full. His stomach ached even as he brought it close to his mouth.

Suddenly, with the speed of shock, something snatched the food as it was about to enter his mouth.
He looked up angrily but saw nothing.

What had it been?

He looked down and searched, his eyes trying to catch a glimpse of anything strange and then it appeared into sight; it was the book which laid open with the words

"ARE YOU GOING TO DIE BY POISON?"

@Dastancypayne» I'm really sorry I couldn't bring you more updates y'day. Same old excuse. Well, here's one to make up for it.

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chaii..what took you so long my guy...after I told to update from Twitter.
thumbs up bro.......
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Hey, big bro! Nice to have you back. My twitter handle's been having some issues and its been long I used it. Nevertheless, I'll try fixing it. You welcome on board.

#MADE OF MORE

[size=3pt] CHAPTER FIVE [/size]

He was back in his cell. He had expected to be punished severely for turning a punishment into a fanfare. Instead he was told to go ahead with his morning chores and to go back to his room in three hours. He was surprised.

Why was the king suddenly being lenient with him?

O common!He was just being merciful. He knew you wouldn't survive there. Or did he?

He got to Gofrin's room with a mop and bucket ready to mop the room. Without knocking he opened the door to see him reading a letter.
Gofrin looked up suddenly..


"How many times have I told you to knock before entering?", he shouted at George.


"I'm sorry...I thought you weren't in."

He was truthful this time as he didn't expect to meet Gofrin in his room at the time. Gofrin ought to be out playing huffleball(a game in which a donkey's bladder was thrown in the air and the quickest to catch it in three successions was the winner) with the children of other stake holders in the land.

"Sorry...that's all you ever have to say for your rudeness...Get on with your task and then get lost!", he thundered.

George quickly got to work. He was sure the letter was going to be important for Gofrin never left bare any chance of torturing him.

"Who's it from?"

The moment he said it he knew he had made a mistake in asking. He should have known that it could only make Gofrin prey on him as he always did on daily basis.

"And who the devil are you to ask me such a question?!"

"M'sorry my Lord...I was just being curious..."

"Curious my a ss! Wait till I punch your face next time you poke your dirty nose in my business!"

That said he went back to reading the letter and George watched him as he fantasized yet still. He was so engrossed in reading the letter that he didn't hear Gofrin sneak up on him.

George noticed that it was from the princess of nearby nation, Decapolis.
It was sort of a love letter. George read trying to keep his breath still...

Dearest Gofrin,

With love from the depth of my heart I
write to you. I've not stopped thinking about you since we last met at the anniversary of my mother's birth earlier this year. Thoughts of you alone colors my day and its because of you that I look forward to everyday. I silently await the day we'd meet again.

In a fortnight, the king's soldiers are going hunting on the albanian forest in search of some mysterious creature which they say has been responsible for a string of recent deaths happening here. I plan on going along with them so there could be a possible meeting with you. I've made a bargain with one of the men and he's agreed to help me. So we could actually get to see again. I'm so excited. You could sneak out using that secret tunnel behind the staircase that you talked to me about the last time. Please reply me and tell me if you agree to my plans. You could reply through the same channel from which this letter came..."

Gofrin started to fold the letter...

"Hey...I'm not done reading..."

Gofrin turned suddenly to face him. All color seemed to have left his face. In seconds he got over himself and punched George on his face which saw George falling on his back to the ground.

"Arsssh...!"

"You had the animal boldness to read my personal letter you scum bag?"

By now his face was boiling. He kicked George times hard on the rib that made him double over in pain. Gofrin saw that he had hit his mark and refrained from going further but he was deeply hurt that his secret relationship with princess Cordelia had been discovered. He had sworn to keep their secret and now it was out.

Oh no!Now it would be found out and it would get to my father.

What was he to do?

No one must know. No one other than them. He had to keep George from telling.

"Hey!"

This he said beckoning on George. George slowly got up and walked painfully towards Gofrin who immediately held him by his collar.

"No one must know about this...No one or else..."

He cracked his brain to find a fitting threat.

"..or else I'll kick you on your balls.."

George looked at him confused.

When had kicking him on the balls become a threat?
It was something Gofrin did to him on a regular basis. He was already getting used to it.

Gofrin saw that from the look on George's face that it wasn't good enough a threat.

He racked his brain again and after some hard thinking he smiled. He tightened the grip on George's collar almost choking him.

"If this ever gets out...I'll tell my dad you tried to strangle me and you know what that could mean?"

This he said giving George that devilish look that he so hated to see. He smiled and released his grip when he saw the shock on George's face.

George was surprised that he could come up with such devilish idea. When he managed to speak, he said.

"But I never did that...you'd be telling a lie!"

"Oh...you just run your mouth and watch it become true!"

George swallowed hard. Should Gofrin make good his threat, he'd be finished to say the least.

An attempt on the life of Lord Manterror's precious?It was unthinkable!He'd be dead the very moment it got to Manterror's hearing.

He had to give Gofrin his word.

"I won't tell...I promise!"

"I thought as much!"[/i]he said with a stern look.

Then with an air of authority.

[i]"...and now for delving into personal issues, here's your punishment"

He dipped his muddy boot into the pail and started walking round the room with it. He went to the bathroom, then outside his room then back again. He met George standing.

"What are you waiting for?!", he screamed.

George sprang to action. He had to do a double because Gofrin made sure to re-soil the areas he had cleaned to further punish him. He felt like giving him a good beating and that would be easy but was he ready to face the consequences?

He shook his head.

He'd had enough for one day.

By the time he got back to his cell, he was dripping all over in a mixture of sweat and dirty water.

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He stood transfixed. How was he to fight with a lifeless armor.
Wait did he even say fight?
Here he was,just ten years old,naïve in the little things,much more shielding a sword.
I'm gonna die. I'm finished!
Or,maybe because it had no eyes,so it couldn't tell that it was a toddler he was talking to. Just as he thought of a way to bail himself out of his troubles,the armor approached him with a spare sword which it threw at him.

"Please,you've been mistaken. I'm not who you think I am. I'm a ten...."

Clanggggggggg!

He dodged rolling on the floor as the armor attacked him. He,more out of fear than instinct,picked up the sword and blocked even as the armor thrust at him again.
What do I do?What do I do?
He braced himself and instinctively saw himself blocking off all the attacks that were been lashed at him simultaneously.
Twice,he almost got struck but for his agility at finding an object to block off the piercing of the sword.
Was he gonna die like this?His guardian,wherever he was hadn't told him that he would die co cheaply. Who would even believe,that a lifeless armor killed him?Certainly no one will and it would even go far to buttress Gofrin's point that he was a weakling and a bag of bones. No,he wouldn't,couldn't die like this.
With a surge of bravery,he heaved his sword high and approached the armor with the greatest strength he could surface.

Clanggggg!Slnnnnng!Clnnnnnng!

The sound of swords clashing rent the air as they both were engulfed in a tangle of swords that lasted close to twenty minutes. He employed all tactics he could think of but the armor would not bulge.

"Who are you and what do you want with me?"

Another clash of metals.

"Quit talking and fight like the soldier that you are!"

He waved through another round of artful dodging and swayings from side to side,at times just narrowly escaping been pierced,or sliced. He burst forth once again,springing up with fresh attacks but they were no closer to getting the armor down than a basket was of holding in water. As the armor blocked the last of his attacks,he thrust his sword towards him but instead knocked him off and he fell with a clattering into a pile of armours. He quickly got himself up and dodged to his right just as the armor had heaved his sword and was gonna pierce him. He staggered forward and steadied himself. He adjusted his grip on the sword and felt it grow lighter in his hand.

He surged forward this time with an air of finality and began his strings of well constructed attacks. It was as though he wasn't in control of his hands for they moved of their own accord imitating the moves of a skilled swordsman. He took another round of fresh attacks at the armor which had a tough time brushing them off. George noticed that its grip on its sword was getting weaker and so he took advantage and pressed on even more.

He made to strike but instead did a reflex movement knocking it down with the ball of his elbow. The armor staggered back and lost footing and fell down with a bang. George pointed the sword at its chin,pinning it down.

"Do you give up?"

There was no reply. It had gone lifeless. He for the first time noticed that the room had gone brighter. With the sword still pointed at the armor,he turned towards the direction of the light to see three men standing at the door staring at him in bemused confusion.

They were the Manterror's guards....

Please guys...don't throw tantrums. My phone only just came on now and I hurriedly came here to see what's up. I'm sorry for keeping you in the 'dark'. Lemme see if I can update a little before going to bed. It won't be too long sha.

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Thanks for the advice Erudite..I shall try my best.

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He was worried sick wondering if he ever was going to complete the task. He was starving and was nearly dying of thirst. He had thought about summoning water but he remembered that the water wasn't drinkable according to his guardian.
Wait, why hadn't he thought about his guardian. He could do a summoning spell and...and they could be a way to do the work with ease...and could find a way out of this place. He jumped up in excitement as he thought of this. He racked his brain and tried re collecting the spell.
"Twas engrav..engrap...no..sounded more like thus..engraptus..",after some seconds of thoughts, "engriptus..that's it..Engriptus Le Guardian!",he shouted with joy having got the words of the spell finally.

He steadied himself and breathed air out of his lungs and then thrust his hand out, palm facing forward and called,
"Engriptus le guardian"

He waited. Nothing happened.

"Oh yeah...maybe I got it wrong."

Now carefully emphasizing each word of the spell, he called out again.

"ENGRIPTUS LE GUARDIAN"

Nothing.

He did it again,again and again but got the very same stillness. Suddenly, a great fear came upon him. He was damned and would never be able to finish the task. He got down again to a sitting position, his head bent to meet his knees. He was out of ideas and dreadful pictures clouded his memory and he couldn't stop himself as he was plunged into oblivion.


An hour later...


He got up and looked around. It was as though he had just gotten here. He was revived and felt so energetic at the same time.
Where had the strength come from?
He was shell-shocked. A minute ago,he wouldn't mind being punished for his inability to do the work assigned to him,no,it would more have felt like being too obstinate to serve his punishment but now...he felt like he could anything.
He looked around and saw a piece of rag. He hadn't been given water or even a pail. He looked around and saw an helmet. An idea struck him. He reached out for the helmet and held it down side up and spelled.
"Aquarianti!"
Water gushed out of his hand and into the helmet. This was magic. It worked!

He began washing the armors. They looked like they hadn't been washed in decades. He scrubbed hard on them till they shone. He still couldn't understand what was happening to him. With every armor he cleaned, he felt like a fresh pang of energy surging through him such that as he cleaned the two hundredth armor,he still didn't feel tired.
When he came to the four hundred and tenth armor,he noticed something different about it.
He looked at it thoroughly but couldn't note any difference. He looked at the socket where the soldier's eyes were supposed to fit into. As he looked,he saw a glitter that only lingered for a split second.
He stopped and looked carefully at it.
Was his mind playing games with him?No,he was sure he had noticed an eye staring at him. He peered deeply and momentarily at the socket but saw nothing. He carried on and proceeded to clean it. He traced out the lines in the thoracic area. He noticed a thick patch of blood which resisted all manner of scrubbings he applied. He wondered how it must have gotten there. He looked at the sword girded at the side of the armor. It differed from the others he had cleaned. The handle had a seal of a dragon. The others had been designed with the emblem of a lion.
Why was it different?
He unlatched it and thought to examine the blade. As he tried withdrawing it from its shield,there was a restrain. He tried with all his might and suddenly, he was flunged against the floor. Even as his back hit the floor with the greatest awe,he saw the bodiless amour approach him. Its mouth opened as it pointed its sword towards his chest.
"Get yourself a sword gallant soldier for I will by no means fight an unarmed man!"
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Evening guys. How did the last update go?I'm done tying the next update...just wanna check for errors before I update. And thanks a bunch to Psalmology (Erudite) for mentioning me as one of your best writers...I was flattered. I know I'm not yet there but who's to tell the future?Lemme update jawe...Enjoy ya evening.

Psalmology:
Mehn...you just can't kill me. I'm enjoying every sentence, line, chapter to the brim of my satisfaction.

I also love the smart and unpredicted switch from the hostile atmosphere of Chapter 3 ending...

" The voice had been faint and weak like those of
an old man but he had heard just about
everything. He turned to go when he received
a punch to the head''

To the tender love and accommodating nature of the flowers in chapter 4 inception.

"He was in a garden with beautiful flowers all
around. Every blessed color was present and
the sweet scent they gave out was out of this
world. Yes, that was what this place felt like.
Out of this world. For how could a place so
cool, so refreshing, so..."

You are killing it. Well-done. More updatessssss plzzzz....

Oya where this mama wey dey sell pop-corn and coca-cola sef?

Wow!It feels so great to know that someone's enjoying my work. You really are good at analyzing. I'd prefer to call you Erudite from now. Hope no probs with that?Continue munching ya popcorn while I cook up another update.

#MADE OF MORE

dastancypayne:
Tanx for d tag. Am running nowhere, always wit you. You're d boss now. GUINESS (made of more).
........nice one, bro.......

Hope your day's been great?I'm no boss oo...just trying to do something I have a passion for. Keep following..there's more. I'm even thinking of adopting your "MADE OF MORE" as signature.

The slap had awoken his consciousness. He looked up to see Tennaki, one of Manterror's most terrifying guards.

"We caught him lurking in the dark. He's been acting very strange of late my Lord"

Manterror turned back from staring out the window. He had a very worried expression on his face. Though present, he seemed to be somewhere distant and even as he looked down on George, he was at loss of words.
"You again!",he said dis interestingly.
"Why do you have a penchant for getting into trouble?Only yesterday, Gofrin told me that you bluntly refused to brush up his teeth."
"My Lord that's not..."
"You will not speak when I'm talking. Have you no manners?"
"I'm sorry my Lord!"
"Oh well, you'd be more sorry after you're done with your punishment for waking lying dogs." Turning to Tennaki,he said,
"Take him to the armor room and let him polish every last piece of armor. That should keep him busy as he seems to have little or nothing to do these days."
Tennaki grinned evilly exposing his dark brown teeth. George was still to find out why Tennaki hated him so much. He knew he had once caught him trying to sneak up some money from Manterror's room and yeah...another time selling some excess food to some illegal traders...and another time sneaking out of one of the maids room and yet another time getting drunk on duty. Well, you can't blame him for always showing up in the wrong place. Tennaki had since taken to hurting him with every chance he got. Tennaki held onto him arm tightly hurting him. He winched in pain but Tennaki refused to loosen his grip. He enjoyed inflicting pain on the one who always made things difficult for him. They descended the stairs and crossed the kitchen. Tennaki's grip loosened a little as he slowed down to steal a glance at a maid who was hurrying up on an errand. He called onto her but she only briefly turned. This made him angrier and with no one else to vent his anger on, he tightened his grip more on George who screamed out in pain.
"You'd better keep your mouth shut before I do it for you".George quickly closed his mouth as he knew Tennaki too well to carry out his threat.

He was glad when Tennaki came to a halt in front of one room that had a metal door. From his pocket, he produced a key and turned the lock. He pushed George in and shut the door.

He fell with a bang, his ass hitting the cold and hard floor.

"Arsssh!", he said rubbing his bottom. He tried to adjust to the darkness looking around. Cobwebs hung from every direction. He turned to the door as he heard Tennaki turn th lock again. He got up quickly and ran to the door.
"Hey!How do I get out when I'm done!",he shouted. He waited but got no reply. He banged continuously on the door to no avail. As he did so, he heard the squeaking of a mice as it ran across. He allowed himself to go down slowly as he held his head in his hand.

"Shi.t I'm dead!",he exclaimed.

Timothy3113:
Too short bro

Ok.I'll try and make d next longer.

[size=3pt] CHAPTER FOUR [/size]

He was in a garden with beautiful flowers all around. Every blessed color was present and the sweet scent they gave out was out of this world. Yes, that was what this place felt like. Out of this world. For how could a place so cool, so refreshing, so...

A beautiful sun flower caught his attention. Even with a garden full of beautiful flowers, it stood out. The yellow petals shone with the rays of the sun. It was as though it gave light to the other flowers around. The stalk wasn't like any other sunflower he'd seen. It was golden yellow. He grinned heartily as he cupped one of the flowers in his hand.
"Oh God, such lovely sight to look out. How I wish I could be here forever!"He said feeling sad. Yes, sad because he felt all this won't last long. Very soon he would have to go back to his ugly life where he would never dream of seeing such lovely sight. Or could he?
An idea came to him; he could grow a little garden of his. It would be his secret never to be known by anyone. He would go there whenever he felt down. The sight of the flowers alone would soothe his soul. He clapped at the idea. It was really a nice one. He moved to uproot one of the flowers. He dug around its root so it wouldn't get damaged. As he did so, he noticed a change in the atmosphere. The cool breeze had stopped blowing and was replaced by a violent wind that was causing him so much cold. He had better hurry he thought as he hastened up. Then he looked up at the flower as he was about to uproot it and then he was shocked. He saw a sad expression on it. He wasn't dreaming, was he? A face had appeared on the flower and it was a sad expression. Like so much pain trying hard to be bottled inside.
"What could make the flower sad?",he thought.
Just then a hand reached out to him from the flower. It was a desperate attempt to reach him like..like it was trying to get something across before it was too late. He hurried to it but instead got a slap on the face.

Good morning everyone.How was your night?

I'm so sorry I couldn't bring you any update yesterday.I will try and make it up to y'all. I've got one right now for you. Keep on following.

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And there was this guy who always used "TO STRENGHT AND CHIVALRY" whenever he made a comment.Twas even his signature.
Oops...I've really lost some good buddies here on Nairaland sha.
Well, let's roll on...

Psalmology:
Bros, forget about endorsement from anybody to know how wonderful your piece is. Your write-up is beyond scepticism one of the best creative write-ups on 'magic' I've ever read(written by a Nigerian).

To write something convincing about what 'we' believe to be fictitious is not a baby play, but the truth(I must admit) is that you are driving your point(convincingly) home into my hard-to-believe psyche.

Well-done...more muscle to your elbow, more inspiration to forge creativity.

More updates...plzzzz

Thanks bro for your nice comments. I shall try my best not to disappoint.

No mind me jor.Na dis power company nor gree show us light for over two months nw...I always hv to wait till night b4 I can do anything. Anyways, things will change pretty soon. I hail everyone. Keep following and try to overlook my delay.