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Chapter Fifty EightGwen's heart slowly took a dive as she watched her only savior walk away from her. she had thought he would be able to decipher the distress in her eyes. Apparently, she was too good of an actor.The path her captor pushed her through finally led them both to the beginning of the forest. Once they arrived, her captor slowly let go of Gwen to stand at her front, her knife still hanging close to her neck."You must have reached your destination." Gwen stated, swallowing slowly. "Can you please let go of me now?"Her captor cocked her head, seemingly trying to consider her options and then finally answered,"No. You are a huge liability and until I have reached my sect, I will not let you go."Though Gwen's mind was raided with different thoughts, it quickly caught on to one important fact,"Sect?" She repeated, her mouth dry. "You are from the poisonous sect?""I see they have told you about us already." her captor said, her voice having a tinge of malicious humor. "I
"Wow. You all don't joke about security." Gwen said, trying to downplay the fear she felt. Her captor simply snickered, and they continued their walk in silence. The streets of the poisonous sect were filled with dry yet unique colours. She saw strange looking plants at every corner, and though she was curious to go and touch them, she was smart enough to know that they may be dangerous.Shops were erected at almost every corner, and she was surprised—which said a lot since she arrived in this realm—to find the buildings looking normal. They weren't like the extravagant ones she had seen back when she arrived.Gwen didn't know for how long she walked, but finally, her captor led her to one of the buildings that lined the streets. The house looked simple looking, and except for the heinous looking flowers planted outside, there was nothing extravagant about it."I'd advise you to keep quiet." Her captor said, back to her rude commanding tone. "The person we are about to visit doesn't t
Brown offered her a place to sit and asked her if she would be interested in eating anything.“No thank you!” she said, shaking her head furiously. Even though he had been nothing but kind, she was still a bit shaken about what he said of ‘getting rid’ of her.Gwen spent her time there studying the environment. The house looked far different than it looked from the outside, and she wondered what plant Brown was associated with, since he didn’t have the mark on his face.“Brown?” she called out, summoning her courage. The man who was seated next to her sleeping captor, a book in his hands, slowly glanced up at her.“I was wondering,” she continued, wringing her hands, “You do not have any plant tattoo on your face. Are you perhaps a foreigner that lives here?”“I do have a tattoo on my face.” he said, frowning slightly. “Don’t you see it?”She took another look at him, and apart from the strange looking scar on his face, she didn’t see anything."Is your scar perhaps, the tattoo?" She a
Gwen arrived at Sheryl’s house. Their leader had since left them, and Brown promised to see her again before she left. “We are here.” Sheryl said. “Come in.” Gwen walked into the simple looking house, a bit surprised that it was ordinary looking. The house was small, and didn’t stretch like Brown’s. Her walls were white, and save for a simple table and couch, there were no other furniture. “You will stay in the living room for the time being. I would stay in my room.” Gwen nodded. “Thank you.” “You’ll stay here for three days at most. So, do try and make yourself comfortable. And don’t touch anything.” “Before you go in,” Gwen said quickly, “I want to know, is there something happening between this realm and the Enu realm?” “Why do you care?” Sheryl asked. “Do you know anyone from the Enu realm?” Gwen thought of Tyron. Since he left, she hadn’t received any news from him, and doubted that he had sent any even now that she was gone.” “I do.” Gwen answered, truthfully. Sheryl
Gwen gulped, then faced the woman warily. “Don’t listen to Sheryl.” She said. “She loves teasing you.” “But isn’t what I said true though?” Sheryl asked. The man you are taking her to is known for having strange outburst at random times, muttering things not comprehensible. “That doesn’t mean he isn’t good with what he does. Most of the time others still go to him for advice.” Sheryl sighed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Gwen tried to force down the dread creeping up her skin. “Are you really sure he is okay?” she asked the leader. “He might not seem…normal, but trust me he is good, if not the best, at what he does.” “Okay then.” Gwen said, swallowing her fear. The woman nodded satisfactorily and together all three of them rode on quietly. Finally, the chariot came to a halt and they all got down from it. Gwen took in the sight of the extremely tall building, squinting her eyes at the blinding sun as she stretched her neck. “It’s seems like a long time since I have been here.
“Black magic?” Gwen asked, confused. Uncle M walked around her, awe etched on his face. “Wow. This is wonderful! The first time I have ever seen something like this. Would you mind staying with me longer so I can study it?” “I am afraid not.” Gwen answered, uncomfortable. “I have somewhere I need to return to fast and I need to get rid of this before then.” “This is definitely black magic.” Uncle M said, finally stopping in front of her. “I suspect that it comes from the Zruch realm. They are the masters of dark magic.” “But why will someone from there use Black magic on me? What do they hope to achieve by implanting strange visions in my head?” “Only they would have the answer to that. If you are looking for a faster route of getting rid of this, then you would have to go to the Zruch realm.” Gwen gulped. He Zruch realm were famous for their love of the dark, and could almost be considered as the outcast of the realms. Very few visited there, and those who did were suspected of
Cecilia took them to the portal that led to the Zruch realm. For that, they had to travel to the eastern part of the Ogwu realm and head straight to the poisonous sect situated there. It was no surprise that the poisonous sect would be left to take care of the portal that led to the dark realm. They had to hurry because, since the vision Gwen had thanks to uncle M, her night has become much worse. She was plagued with night terrors and spent the rest of her days in a pale state. Sheryl and Cecilia were worried about her and tried to do everything they could to help but sadly nothing worked. Gwen on the other hand was now scared to fall asleep.“We are here,” Cecelia said. They all hopped out of the chariot, looking at the dark gloomy path that led to the portal. Unlike the first two portals Gwen had crossed, she noticed that there were no guards.“There are no guards?” she asked.“Who would want to guard this place?” Sheryl answered. “I’m already uncomfortable with its dark and gloomy
Darkness. Night so dark it was almost blinding. “I can’t see.” Gwen pointed out, trying to feel her surrounding. “What do you mean you can’t see?” Sheryl asked, sounding above her. “I see just fine.” Gwen frowned. There was something extremely wrong with the place. “I can’t see a damn thing.” She said, slowly starting to get anxious. She felt an arm above her shoulder and jumped in fear. “Relax, it’s just me.” Sheryl said. “Can you stand?” “I’ll try.” Gwen said, feeling the earth as she stood to her feet. “This is going to be a problem. How are we both going to find out way if we cannot see?” “Perhaps the portal affected you in a way, seeing as you were not that strong to begin with. You may regain your sight in a while.” She spread an arm around Gwen’s shoulder. “For now, I think I will just help you walk.” Sheryl led Gwen down the dark path, and the silence surrounding them was eerily overpowering. “What can you see?” Gwen asked, breaking the silence. She was more comfortable
The piercing scream of Luther's wife filled the air, but no one paid any attention to her. All their attention laid on Gwen, the woman who had just rescued them from the millennial reign of a mad man."What are you doing?" Tyron boomed out of nowhere. "Bow to your new leader!"Gwen turned to look at him, frowning. "What are you doing?" She whispered. "You killed the Supreme Lord of the Enu realm. You are now the new supreme lord." He said simply, shrugging.She frowned, and just as she was about to say something, Luther's wife boomed."You can't be the new leader. Not when my sons are still alive.""Your sons are barely alive," Tyron said, snickering. "Weren't you listening while I was talking? He—" he said, pointing to Luther's corpse. "Used their blood to improve his youth. Whatever he did wasn't working for him anymore, and so he turned to his own blood. Haven't you noticed something wrong with your children? Yourself even?""No!" She exclaimed, shaking her head vigorously. "You'
Gwen stepped back a bit, staring at Luther in shock."No," She whispered. Slowly, luther turned fully around, a disappointed look on his face. "This was a special day for us, why did you have to destroy it?"She swallowed, trying hard to be bold. "As I said earlier, I'd rather die than be married to you.""But I can't let that happen. And because if this foolish mistake of yours, your friends will suffer immensely."Immediately, Gwen summoned dark flames, her stance in attack mode. " I will fight you with everything I have."Luther sighed, then raised his fingers towards her. But nothing happened. Frowning, luther stared at his hands, abs Gwen stared st him, wondering what was happening. Immediately he swivels around, trying to hide himself from her, but it was too late. She already knew what happened. Her attack had worked after all. Not just in the way she expected. "You can't use your powers," she said staring at his back. "Can you?"Angrily he turned back to her, his face eer
Gwen and Luther finally reached the throne. Though the woman didn’t say anything, Gwen could still much feel the scorching stare of Luther’s wife on her back. She gulped, trying to calm her nerves down. By the time she was done with her plan, anger might be the last thing the woman would feel. “I hold the supreme power in this land.” Luther began. “Therefore, it is only right that i officiate a powerful wedding such as this. You are lucky,” he said, this time whispering to her. “I never did this for my first wedding.” She gritted her teeth, imagining ways by which she could kill him. She didn’t want to marry him. It was the last thing on her mind. The plan she had imagined only required them to go so far, but she never knew that they would wed in front of everyone. If she wanted to defeat this man, she had to do so immediately, and fast. Luther turned around, urging Gwen to do the same. He ran his hand gently across her back, causing cold shivers to crawl up her skin. “People of th
An hour passed. The maids were done. They left the room a few minutes ago to report to the man who had hired them.Gwen stared at herself in the mirror, feeling a bit weird for he vision looking back at her.She was beautiful, no doubt, but the image wasn't what caught her attention. It was the dim light that shone from her eyes.She knew the action she was about to take. Should she fail, that would spell a fate worse than death for her. "Gwen," Sheryl said, coming up from behind her.""I am fine." Gwen answered, sighing. She looked at Tyron through the mirror. He stood at the far corner of the room, his face etched deeply in a frown, with a thick air of misery surrounding him."This is what I have to do. The fate of the realms depends on it," she said.Tyron sighed, then furiously dragged his hands through his hair."I understand, of course I understand. But why does it have to be you?"Gwen frowned slightly, cocking her head. "What do you mean?""I do not want you anywhere near that
"How many times will I tell you to stop playing with your life?" Luther asked coldly, causing Gwen to grin."Wow, if I never knew how much I meant yo you before, I do now. It really does seem like inam your weakness."Luther sighed, dragging his hands through his hair. "I will let you all leave quietly, but that shouldn't mean you should take any drastic action.""Hey, Prince Luther, I have another request-""Do not push your luck." He boomed, staring coldly at Gwen. He then released a slow sigh. "Do not push your luck. I don't want to have to repeat my past mistakes. Understand?" He said with a forced grin.Gwen gulped, then glanced back at her friends and slowly let the shield down. She stayed in place, not moving an inch until Luther's guards parted for her. Slowly, they all began to walk to the entrance, and they quickly walked out of it when they reached, not bothering to pause for the supreme Lord."Gwen, what are you doing?" Sheryl asked when they had gone far from Luther."I'm
They had just rounded off their meeting when the supreme lord suddenly appeared in the garden."Well, well. Why am I not surprised?" He said, walking in. Behind him were several fully armed guards, their presence ominous.Gwen and her friends moved a step back, with Gwen standing in front of them in a protective manner.Luther chuckled. "What do you think you're doing?""I wouldn't let you harm my friends." Gwen said defensively. Luther sighed, shaking his head. "You should have thought of that before you escaped.""Why are you acting like you didn't know when I left that room. You planned all this, just to follow me.""You are smart. I have never doubted that." He said, and Gwen grimaced."Fine then." He clapped his hands. "There is only one thing to do if you want your friends to be safe."Gwen's frown deepened. "And what is that?""Marry me."She chuckled. "It's like you have forgotten what I said. I would rather die than get married to you.""Well this time you'd have no choice.
Geen looked at them, her eyes flooding with relief. "You are okay!" She exclaimed, almost jumping in happiness. "Oh thank heavens.""What are you doing here? How were you able to escape?" Tyron said, dragging his gaze over her."Yeah," Sheryl added. "We thought you'd be held by the supreme lord.""I was." Geen answered. "But I was able to escape."At that, Tyron's frown deepened. "Something's very wrong." He pointed out. "Quick, cast a protection spell over us."Gwen frowned. "How do I do that?" "I don't know. Make it seem like we are in the Zruch realm or something."Gwen understood immediately what he meant. Hester and Marc had once mentioned that it's Impossible for people to be tracked once they were in the realm. She sighed, pinched her already injured arm to draw out blood, and whispered a spell while waving her hands around them. A dark cloudy smoke appeared and covered them, then suddenly disappeared."Good." Tyron said, sighing in relief. "Now let's get out of here."Gwen no
Gwen stared at him in shock. “You are lying.” “I might be many things, my dear, but I will never lie to you.” he sat by the edge of her bed. “I sent him on a mission to bring the Abomination to me. That was what he was doing at first, but his plans changed when he realized you were the Abomination. I don’t blame him though. I would have done the same myself.” Gwen touched a hand to her chest, hyperventilating. He was lying. He had to be. Tyron wasn’t the type who would play her like that. But the more she thought about it, the more the idea seemed plausible. He had never mentioned who his father was, only that he was part of the elite in this realm. He had also said that his father sent him in search for something, which he later claimed to be the abomination. According to him, his “father” was determined to work with the abomination in order to bring down the supreme lord of the Enu realm. “Are you angry?” he asked with a mocking smile. “Do you feel betrayed?” Gwen swallowed, fol
Gwen couldn't sleep.She laid awake all night, afraid that Luther would enter her room. She wasn't stupid to think that just because she had locked the door, it totally prevented him from entering her room. Especially after the display he showcased the previous day. She doubted that the barrier she put around her door could stop him if he so wishes.She was brought food by maids the previous night, but she couldn't eat. For some strange reason, the maids gave off doll-like gestures, almost like they were being controlled like puppets. She wouldn't put it past Luther to actually do that. She had to up her game, and think fast. Her first plan had proven futile, which meant she had to use her second plan—her wits.It was something she detested doing because to achieve her goal, she would have to act like she had no problem being close to Luther which she absolutely did. It was morning. The sunlight seeped through her room from the half-closed windows, pouring over her bedsheets.Quickly