“Out of this city,” Marseille said. “Out there. See the world. Go on adventures.”
I lost a word for a moment there. “W-w-what makes you say that?”
She chuckled, “You didn’t come out here just to get some fresh air.”
My cheeks pinked to my embarrassment, then reddened when she flew close to me again.
“Call it a woman’s intuition, but I think you and I are pretty much alike.”
“Alike? H-how?”
Marseille jumped back on the merlon, gazing at the city again. “Here we are, standing alone in the middle of the night, looking beyond this city, beyond those mountains, wondering what’s out there.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Sure, there are many dangers in the Yellow Zone, but there are other Blue Zones and wonderful places as well. Sometimes I wish I could go out there and visit them all.”
“And leave all your problems behind,” I agreed with a sigh.
She nodded. “But something weighing us down that we couldn’t.”
I knew the answer to that. “Responsibilities.”
“See, Sam.” She grinned. “We’re both alike. The only difference is that you are a newcomer. You have a choice to stay here or get out there. All it takes is a leap of faith.”
What Marseille said was all true. I had thoughts about leaving this city. With Hercules’s powers and the thousands of chaffs stashed in my apartment, I might survive out there in the Yellow Zone. Like she said, all it took for me was a leap of faith. However —
“I wish I could leave. All my responsibilities are back on Earth.”
“So what’s stopping you?”
Before I could respond, memories of my time with Wilt and the gang flashed in my thoughts. I almost cracked a smile as I answered truthfully, “I have friends. I can’t just abandon them.”
“Good for you,” she heaved a long sigh, “I have real responsibilities.”
We went quiet once again.
Wanting to break this silence, I opened my thoughts out loud. “You know, if I want to leave everything behind, all I need to do is to have enough money to survive out there until I find a decent job and a place to live. Sure, I’ll be struggling at first, but things will get better in the long run.”
“That’s a great idea!”
I blinked. “Huh?”
“Run away and leave everything behind,” she said. “I can do that too.”
“B-but, that’s….” Trying to think of a reason for her not to proceed with that idiotic plan of mine. I didn’t want to be a bad influence on her. “Are you willing to leave all your responsibilities behind? That’s — you know, a leap of faith. Like you said.”
“Leap of faith, huh?” she chuckled bitterly, then her shoulders sank. “You’re right. How stupid of me.”
I felt guilty for saying that. Wishing to cheer her up, then I just remembered the chocolate squares inside my coat. I took the chocolates out and unwrapped the tissues before offering them to her.
“Would you care for some?”
“Chocolate,” she gasped. “I love chocolates.” Before she could pick one, she noticed something odd about them. “What’s with these colors? Why are those ones green?”
“They’re different flavors.” I pointed my finger at each of them. “These are dark chocolate, and these are salted caramel, and these are green tea.”
“Green tea?” Out of curiosity, Marseille took that piece first. Her lips wiggled to her delight upon placing it into her mouth. She gobbled all the green tea-flavored chocolates, enjoying every morsel. “Where can I get those?”
“There’s plenty back in the hall, along with twenty-five other flavors.”
“There are more of them,” she gasped. “I’m going inside.” She jumped into the air and landed in front of the entrance.
“Wait, Marseille! You need an invitation for you to get in.”
She stopped to beam at me over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’m from the Dragonheart Guild. I can get into this par-tay anytime I want.”
So Marseille was from Dragonheart. After gathering some clues about who she was, and the fact that she said, “Real responsibilities.” This girl must be one of its high-ranking members.
Before Marseille could step inside, she glanced back. “Aren’t you coming?”
“I just ate,” I replied with an excuse not to go back in the hall.
“Do you have room for more desserts? I could still use a company there.”
“But, there are other Dragonhearts inside the hall, and King Magnus’s in there too.”
“I know, but Magnus told everyone to leave me alone, so I’m free to do anything until I settle the issues with my boyfriend.”
“Is he in there?” I asked reluctantly.
She smiled again. “Don’t worry about that jerk. He’s on a quest somewhere. So, how about guiding me to those treats.”
“I don’t know.” Wanting to decline, I gestured to the chocolates in my hand. “Also, I already have these.”
“Come on,” she begged. “We’ll be back here once we grab more, please.”
I thought very hard about this. As much as I didn’t want to get stared at again, there was no harm for me to go back, and she did say we would return here once I helped her little quest.
“Alright, I’ll take you there.”
“Yay!” She shot her arms in the air.
We headed inside, munching the rest of my chocolates along the way. Marseille stated she enjoyed the green tea flavor more than the others. Too bad that I didn’t get to taste one.
Back in the hall, we stealthily approached the long tables. As we stood in front of the twenty-eight chocolate fountains, Marseille’s wide eyes sparkled.
“I think we found El Chocolato, the lost city of chocolate,” Marseille said, letting her imagination ran wild. She must be getting her inspiration from El Dorado, the lost city of gold.
“Which one would you like to pick first?” I grabbed a few paper plates nearby.
“Green tea, I love them.” She paused for a bit until her face frowned. “Great, he saw us.”
“Who?”
“Magnus.” Across the hall, the King of Dragonheart was giving us a small wave with a toothy grin.
“Are w-w-we in t-t-trouble?”
“Just him.” Marseille pouted. “Wait here, Sam. I’m going to talk to that dummy for a second.” She angrily marched toward her king. I was impressed that she was going to confront him and call him by his first name. I was right about her.
“Ahem.”
All the hairs on my skin shot themselves straight. That was Katie’s voice. Upon turning around, I was stunned to see Katie and Brock grinning ear-to-ear.
“Smooth, Sammy, smooth,” Brock exclaimed. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Who’s the girl?” Katie asked. “She’s beautiful.”
“No, no, you got it all wrong. I was only guiding Marseille to the chocolate fountains.”
“She has a French name.” Katie’s grin grew wider. “Oh, la, la.”
“No, she’s Danish.” Crap! I shouldn’t have said that. They were going to tease me more.
She gasped, “And you already got to know her.”
“That’s our Sam.” Brock slapped my back with his metal hand. I grunted in pain.
The two kept teasing me until I glowed red, wishing I had my hoodie coat right now to bury my face in shame.
“Knock it off, you two.” Alex arrived with Wilt and Li from behind. “Is this what you called, little encouragement? We’ve talked about this,” she scolded.
“You heard the lady,” Wilt said.
“Sorry.” Brock and Katie chorused to apologize.
Alex motioned me to go after Marseille. “Go have fun, Sam.”
I blinked. “But, she’s from Dragonheart.”
“Does that matter?” Katie said. “Look around us. Everybody here is supposed to be enemies, though they’re having a good time. Tonight, we can do whatever we want.”
“So go to her,” Wilt coaxed. “We’ll be far away from you two.”
“Just be yourself, okay?” Alex added.
I blew a sigh of relief. Having my friends’ support, I gathered up some confidence to go with Marseille. Well, it wasn’t like we were dating or anything.
“Hercules’s Brave!”
The pupils of my eyes immediately contracted.
Hercules’s Brave. Those words caught the ears of every person in the whole castle. In an instant, voices went silent, all the feet on the dance floor ceased tapping, and lastly, the music stopped. Chills were shivering down my spine as every gaze in the hall fell upon me, but my biggest concern was the group of nine approaching us. Seeing Del Rio was among them, they must be from the Jormungand Guild.
Cold sweat started running down my forehead. There was no way for me to escape back outside, so I turned to the guy standing in front of them. He must be their leader.
“What are you talking about?” I kept my tone calm and held my shaky legs.
“Come now, how else can you explain the truck you lifted in the air?” His voice! It was him who called me out. He ordered Del Rio to pull out her cell phone, showing everyone a video of me beating up the raiders. I was astounded that they figured out my powers.
“Sam, is it true?” Katie asked, surprised. “Are you Hercules’s Brave?”
There was no point in lying to my friends anymore. “Yeah, but I never told anyone about it,” I admitted. “Who’s Hercules?” the Shaolin asked. “I’ll tell you about it when we get home,” Wilt replied before turning his attention to their leader. “You must be a Jormungand commander.” “What makes you think that, newbie?” Wilt turned his glare toward Del Rio. “We’ve already acquainted with the lieutenant during their last caravan run. And this guy —” He then turned to the biggest person in their group, a towering Indian, about a head taller than Li, wearing formal clothes from his homeland. “I’ve heard some gossip here that you’re famous. Captain Madhur, I presumed?” The towering captain bowed to greet our leader out of courtesy. “So seeing you leading this group with a ranked captain like him,” Wilt continued explaining. “I’d say that makes you their superior officer. And the way you stand there like a posh with an English accent and fancy
It was late in the morning. There was a knock on my door. “Sam, sweetie, it’s us,” Katie said in a motherly tone. “Please open the door.” “Go away.” I was sobbing on my bed, curling up like a cooked shrimp while wrapping myself in my blanket. I heard Li’s voice said that they thought I might be okay in the morning, but last night was beyond embarrassing; I couldn’t bear to go out in public again. I was hoping to wait out inside my apartment for weeks until everyone forgot the whole thing. “Come on, Sam,” Katie exclaimed. “We all know that was a fruit punch spilled in your pants.” “That wasn’t pee?” Brock said. There was a brief pause before Katie threw him a flurry of scolding words. “Sam, open up.” Wilt banged the door. “Please, I don’t want to talk right now!” They didn’t leave, and they’ve been hounding for twenty minutes. Sounding impatient, Wilt ordered, “Brock, break the door.” “If you say so,” he agreed in a sing
Along the road, starstruck eyes followed us from the sidewalks and from the vehicles that got close. Zeki pressed a remote, which automatically shut all the window curtains. It was strange that a modern feature was included in a unicorn-drawn carriage. It might be one of the Party King’s eccentricities. “Sorry,” Zeki apologized. “It’s not every day that my king gets to go out in public. Unless they’re holidays.” “What can I say? I am a celebrity.” Rad relaxed on his cushion. “No one can throw parties better than me, the Party King.” He sat beside Zeki with Shandao and Shaozong. Each of them sat beside the doors with their arms crossed and their faces scowled. We were on the opposite side with a table at the center, with snacks and drinks on top. Our cushion was large enough to fit six people. Perhaps seven since Li was twice the size of a regular teenager. “I heard that Wilt’s a sword brave,” Alex asked. “Care to elaborate?” “You should ask him yourse
“Again, Li?” Wilt sighed. “Can’t you take a break from eating?” We were in the forum today, taking a day-long break after we finished another iron-class quest. During the past couple of weeks, our party went back to doing odd jobs and part-time. “But, I’ve never eaten this one before.” The Shaolin bought his seventh food from a nearby street vendor. This time, it was chips and fondue. Even though the big guy ate a lot, he was happy to share his snack with us. “Tastes like any regular fondue.” Alex tried a piece. “Guys, about our flag….” Brock began, lending our ears to him willingly, unlike before. To our surprise, Brock worked twice harder than any of us, not like in our early days. It was King Rad’s new proposition on why the jock was doing this when he told us about Sweet Haven. Located in the northernmost Sleeping King Forest, the City of Sweet Haven was the only settlement in this world having an actual government. It was a sort of republ
As we approached the fountain, the debate raged on. The crowd at present was divided into two sides; one side spoke against modern technologies, and the other defended them. “This so-called internet has no physical substance,” a Victorian-era gent addressed the crowd. “How can we trust this invisible entity? If we lose the power of electricity, so is all the stored knowledge of our magnificent civilization.” Those who nodded in agreement were from the sixteenth to early twentieth centuries, based on their clothes I recognized. “Bah, you bunch of old-timers.” A toga-wearing Greek came forward to disagree. “Every generation with grays on and inside their heads feared anything new. In my days, when scrolls first came to be, the old fools feared that these tools and written words would make learners forget. They encouraged that knowledge must be memorized, word by word.” “That’s stupid,” a surfer-looking dude exclaimed. “Does anybody here want to memorize
Abraham told everything about Sweet Haven, its rules, benefits, and all. I assumed Alex’s reason for asking was to confirm the city’s details matched what King Rad provided us. “…And I know you’re all newcomers,” Abraham said. “But if you stay with us for a couple of months, you’ll gain enough experience on how to survive in the Yellow Zone before you go to Sweet Haven. You will also get free food and accommodation.” “Just for a couple of months?” Katie’s face expressed that she wanted more explanation. “The Crimson Shadows said this Red Flight Crisis is going to be over soon,” Abraham explained. “Probably by the end of the year, now that all of Blood Eagles’ former lands have been taken. That leaves everyone to deal with the pesky raiders sooner or later. If you get rid of the raiders near our home, we will offer you a big bonus. What do you say? It’s a good deal, right?” It was tempting, but we all glanced at Wilt to hear what he had to say.
Only two hours before dawn, I made a stealthy run through the empty street. At random times, I stopped to check if no one was tailing me. If that wasn’t enough, I leaped from one building to another before finally reaching the trolley station in the northern part of the Eastern District, still operating through the night as dozens of people came and went. At the ticket booth, all of my friends had gathered. It seemed that I was the last to arrive. “Sam, it’s good that you came.” Katie was the first to notice me. “We can get out….” She and everyone gawked at something on my back. Behind me, nine crates tied together in the shape of a bed frame with thick ropes as slings. I was carrying it like a backpack. It took me until midnight and eighty-nine chaffs to build this. I brought my entire belongings now that we were moving out of this city. Most of them were gifts from guilds that wanted to recruit me. “It isn’t heavy, right?” Katie asked. “A bit, but I
After we went down the slopes, we were about to enter the town when five horsemen appeared before us. One of them came forward. He had the look of a sheriff from the Old West; his right chest had a gold shield badge engraved with a weighing scale. He must be a Libra member. “Greetings, Sheriff Earp,” Zeki said. “Mr. Zeki, howdy,” he greeted with a Texas accent. He then turned his piercing, steely eyes to us. “Where y’all headed?” “Rockflower,” Zeki answered. “I’ll be tagging along with their quest. Coupled with my guild’s business, you see.” “That’s a shame,” the sheriff explained, “all the roads to the north are still infested with dang outlaws. My advice is for y’all to wait until you gather up three caravans before departing.” “Much obliged, sheriff,” Zeki thanked. “Much obliged.” Once the Libra members departed, Wilt asked, “Are we going to wait for three caravans to gather like the sheriff said?”
By the next day, while reinforcement would arrive at any moment, Katie had finished our flag’s design. The whole gang loved it when she showed it to us before presenting it to the Mayflowers. Katie and all the seamstresses in the hill-fort gathered together to knit our flag inside Wilt Hall. We were astonished that Katie could knit. We waited by the entrance for hours. Mrs. Smith, Hassan, Commander Raja, Miranda, and the two Green Bit chiefs arrived with a wooden pole and silver ball. “How’s it going?” Hassan asked. Before anyone could respond, Katie came out to present our flag. “What do you think?” The flag was divided diagonally from the lower hoist-side corner, with the blue upper triangle and the green lower triangle. At the center along the dividing line was the fiery silhouette of a foxfire. “Looks good,” Miranda said, and many agreed. “It is.” Commander Raja asked curiously. “What are the symbolisms on those colors?” “L
It was afternoon. Marseille and I were strolling around Hammerhorn, with the newly blue sky that covered the entirety of the hill. This place was littered with emptied tents. Much of the supplies and valuables that the Blood Eagles left behind were now spoils of war. It was nice that the bathhouse and bridge remained intact. While everyone was tidying up their new home, Marseille told me what happened during the battle. It turned out that she and Deborah arrived to save Mrs. Smith’s group when a Blood Eagle company finally caught them crossing the river. As veteran elites, they managed to turn the tide of battle in our favor. Once the news of Commodus’s demise had been spread, the few hundred surviving Eagles and raiders began to scatter in retreat. Marseille stated that the big shots and guilds would eventually hunt them down, along with Alvarez, Javier, and the Storm Brothers. They would never pose a threat to this world ever again. For two days, my friends
I failed! I failed! I was so close… I was about to pass out from the blood loss. My eyes were getting heavy. Once they shut, that would be my end. “I got you! I got you!” Commodus bragged. “Didn’t I tell you that you’re nothing but a bug?” His loud, boastful voice was ringing my ears, which kept me from losing consciousness. I took a glance at him. My fist was still hovering near his face. That gave me one last idea as I quickly grabbed his hand that was holding the spear, grasping tightly so that he wouldn’t escape. “I got you,” I said with a weak voice, concentrating all my super-strength toward my fist. “What do you mean…?” Commodus was no longer bemused when my fist near him shook. He then realized my intent once my thumb released the full force from my bent index finger. “No, no, NO…!” Bam! A flick on his forehead and Commodus was sent zooming down the ground, along with his spear. My scream thundered throughout the sky in excruci
After I regained consciousness, I was in a different location, lying on the ground with an aching back — again. Once I returned to my feet, my senses alarmed me to duck. A halberd almost cleaved my head. A knight in red armor appeared from nowhere and prepared another swing. I slammed the ground with my heel to rock his footings before sending him flying with a punch. Two more knights, four Greek hoplites, six Chinese armored warriors, and dozens of raiders appeared in front of me. I waited for them to make a move. However, my eyes bulged to find Cara and her friends were among the raiders. They were shocked to see me again. Boom! I caught a cannonball before it could strike the back of my head. Several dozen yards away, a cannon team was reloading. The Eagles were about to gang up on me. I jabbed the ground, knocking them off their feet. Then I threw the cannonball back toward the cannon, and it broke into iron scraps. More enemies got close,
The raining weapons almost got me as I leaped into a safe distance. While keeping myself out of Commodus’s reach, I threw whatever I could get my hands on at him; branches, trees, and rocks. However, he evaded them with the same grace and agility as Cutler while manipulating the weapons to fly toward me. I had to dodge them with every inch of my life until I hid behind a tree once again. “Damn it, I need to get close.” My blood began to boil. “Wait, why did I say that?” Why did I feel the urge to attack him? My brain told me not to do anything stupid. “Calm down, Sam.” I breathed in and out when my rage grew. “Calm down.” “You’re quite confident for a newcomer,” Commodus’s booming voice wasn’t far from my hiding place, though not close. “I sensed both your fear and rage were conflicting. Signs of experience. Tell me, are you a warrior back in our world?” “I’m a former social justice warrior,” I replied. “I think that counts.” “You sounded doub
For a long time, we had a staring contest. My plan was that if Aurelius even flinched once, I’d give an earth-shattering punch before making my escape. Fighting a commander was one thing, but there was no way I could go up against aGuildmaster. As minutes passed, none of us even blinked. If I could land just one blow, it’d be over for him. He would never survive against my super-strength. Still, I didn’t have the confidence to fight him head-on. Aurelius observed me with hate-filled eyes as the raging battle thundered around us. What was he waiting for? I must get back to my friends. “That was genius!” he burst out laughing, to which I flinched. “You masked your escape when Anne unleashed her moon. We expected you to hold your siege or run away. Instead, you blow up your town as a diversion so you can bring the heaven stone to Hammerhorn. A better-fortified position. “Such a shame that there’s no one left in that hill-f
The five of us remained on guard. Those who were weaponless picked up the bronze knives that were scattered all over the ground. I, on the other hand, grabbed the uprooted tree. As we got close to finishing him off, Cutler cackled again before he was coughing heavily. Eventually, cracks began to appear all over his body. “Cutman?” Brock called him out. “It’s Cutler,” he corrected before coughing again, yet he was motionless. He had no strength to spare a glance at us. “That boy’s name is Wilt, huh? Let me tell you. He went down with a brave face.” His breathing was slowing down. “Thanks for the hunt, Foxfires.” He drew one last breath with a satisfying smile. “It sure is fun….” He slowly became dust. “He….” Katie took a deep breath five times to cool herself down. Her skin was no longer burning red. “He went down like a warrior,” she said begrudgingly out of respect. It wasn’t long for Zeki and Commander Raja to arrive, looking exhausted. “Is everyone
The bugs were the first to charge while the tengu braves followed behind. In a short moment, we were being surrounded, struggling to watch each other’s backs, especially Alex. “Alex,” Katie called while kicking a monstrous wasp in mid-air. “Now’s the time to do your magic.” “I can’t… focus…” Alex struggled to come up with a magic tune while most of the enemies set their sights on her. “I need to focus.” Cutler was observing our battle, waiting for his chance to strike. “Commander Cutler.” Another tengu brave appeared. “Our forces managed to regroup after the enemies ambushed us. We struck them back in a six-pronged assault. King Aurelius is now clashing with Chief Bess as we speak. And Rockflower’s denizens are almost at the river with the heaven stone.” “Good,” Cutler said. “We’re making progress.” “Why are you doing this?” Katie demanded, and the enemies got her attention. Cutler signaled the bugs to stop attacking. “Why are you dest
Back on the ground, we were heading to our rendezvous location with the Green Bits to help them stop the Blood Eagles from reaching Mrs. Smith’s group. However, ten seconds had passed, Li had everyone halted. “Look, Storm Brothers!” He pointed at them stuck on a redwood tree, about twelve meters above us. They were back in their human forms, but they had white eyes, scorching burns, and smokes rising from their bodies. “They’re unconscious,” Commander Raja sighed with relief after watching them motionless for a while. “They must’ve been caught by the blast.” “Good, we should finish them off,” Alex stated. “You’re right.” The commander summoned his spears. “We have to make sure they will never be a threat ever again.” The rest of us reluctantly conceded. Even though the brothers were now defenseless, they were too dangerous to be left alive. “Enemies from above!” I cried when my skin crawled in alarm. Twelve tengu braves pierced through