Badblood

About a hundred years ago, people in the land lived in peace and harmony. There are people with superhuman abilities and they call them Badbloods. They can harness the power of nature, they can make the plants grow in their will, some can transform into an animal, and some can see the future. Powers that no one knows where it come from as it wasn't hereditary. It was like a gift given to random people. Inkurs are the most powerful Badbloods. They are very rare for they draw their power from the Ether or the Abyss, the realms of heaven and hell.There was an Inkur couple, Sharih who wields the power of death (Abyssal Inkur) and Caro who was gifted with the power of life (Ethereal Inkur). They travel from places to places to help the people. Caro's touch can save lives and cure any diseases. Sharih guides lost souls and she help them to their final destination, leading them to the judg

They laughed.They reached the river and they sat on the river bank where a big tree stood beside them, its shadow covering the two of them from the sun. The wind now colder mixed with the misty scent of the river. The water below them calm and clear, the fishes swam in freedom.The river is not that deep, they used to swim and play on it together with Haris. But as they grow up and loads of chores were slowly added on their backs, they stopped doing it anymore. They now only come here to clear their minds and forget everything for a while, a quick escape.Serra pulled out the bread on her pocket and cut it in half. She handed the other half to Mira in which she received in delight. She munched it immediately like a wolf."Good heave

Serra sat on dark corner of the guardhouse, her knees on her chest and she buried her face between them as she cried. The guardhouse is where they put someone who has committed crime in the village. The guardhouse was quite big, but not as big as the storage houses. There's nothing on the inside of the house, just the four corners of the room and on the floor were stem and scrapes of wheat that forms like a bed on the ground. The house was dark but there's a hole on the upper side of the wall where streaks of light pass through it, illuminating the room. The patrols bring her there after Mira left. The council held and emergency meeting for the next trade - if there's still trade after what happened to Haris and the others - and to her punishment. Her mother and Agatha were also part of the council but the captain decided not to include them as their daughters we

"Come on" Maria said, panting, and dragged her towards the group.They fill in quickly. Serra was tall as her mother so she was outside the circle beside Maria. They locked arms tightly, covering the children inside. There's no point of running and hiding because the Reapers will come to them no matter what. They all hope now that the fire will save them all.The gates burst open, it fall down on the ground in a pleasant creaking sound, sending dust into the air. At first were shadows in the gates and when the dust cleared, the Reapers moved inside and all fell silent as death were in front of them all.Serra's hair on her body all stood up as she laid her eyes on the monsters. It walked towards them slowly as if like taking a glance firs

She dashed toward her mother. Her heart heavy as her feet. But she was only a few steps when she heard a buzzing sound past her ear. She stopped and saw an arrow landed just beside her. Another arrow flew and landed near her feet. Then another and it was coming at her, Serra took a step back and the arrow hit the ground where she was standing earlier. Several arrows now flying in the air like deadly birds. Serra turned and ran. She picked up the torch, match and the canister, then dashed towards the woods, leaving her mother behind with a heavy heart. She ran deep into the woods. Tears running on her cheeks and the image of her mother - kneeling on the ground with an arrow on its back - floats in her mind that continuously sends a kick of excruciating pain in her heart. She don't know if it's pain anymore, it's painful than pain itself. It's like she's being killed inside, drowning and