Back in the Chamber of Duties, Wabrook, where the numb and lifeless bodies of Sir. Oswic, Artin Dane, Riyen Gosbald, Eallric Hancey and Wene Noelle were, things were going ordinarily.
The sun was bright and warm, the breeze; cooling and refreshing, and the fourteen people present in the Chamber, chatting and catching up on one another, apparently they were all good friends but for Troef’ny who apparently had just foes and Cwena who watched the benumbed bodies for any sign of movement or any indication of struggles, - it wasn't like she had anything else to do. She knew none of the people in the Chamber and just a few hours ago, she was a prisoner.
Thirty minutes passed, nothing. An hour, nothing. Two hours, still nothing.
Then like a berserked villain, Troef’ny Uthane suddenly sprung to her feet and charged towards the numb bodies in a frenzy.Cwena who was the closest to them understood the situa
The six of them - Eallric, Oswic, Noelle, Riyen, Gauwilh and Artin waved their hands to and fro trying to drive away the vultures that swooped down on them in large numbers, threatening to chop off every part of their body.As they dashed away from the tower from where the winged scavengers had nosedived on them from, Eallric couldn't push out what he'd seen. Mr. Wadsev who'd supposedly vanished, with his wives and everyone present for his promotion to CEO - a total of Seventeen individuals at his address at Radford glade, were present there - in hell. Mr. Wadsev's once chubby face was flaccid and dangling, making him look like a tamed bulldog.The most shocking part for Eallric, though, was what Mr. Wadsev had mouthed when Eallric stole a glance at him.“Help.”Mr. Wadsev's faint voice uttered feebly and with absolutely no enthusiasm due to loss of blood and insufficient energy. Eallric, thou
The tyronimic howled loudly into the dark, atmosphere - which only attracted the attention of beasts of other species that ululated, wailed and yowled their response in return, making the atmosphere more mysterious and unearthly. The tyronimic turned its four ugly heads slowly left and right, scanning the cheerless horizon but seeing other creatures - Yellow, glowing eyed Yalipers, Yaghions with detachable body parts and other strange creatures. They were not of interest so the tyronimic didn't turn as much as a horn to them as it searched desperately for where its preys had gone all of a sudden.The six of them, though, - Eallric, Artin (who was badly bruised), Noelle, Gauwilh, a still numb Riyen and Sir. Oswic squeezed themselves together in the cave to induce warmththat heated up their organs for the cave was glacial, barely daring to breath.The tyronimic prowled round the cave whose darkness shielded them with obscurity
In all of Sir. Oswic's life as an Enchanter - a wizard, precisely, ‘Invocasi Repelleos’ which caused neon blue and green streamlined energy that had been interlaced with one another, giving the viewers a cinematic view, shot out of wands. The severity with which it was pronounced usually determined how far and sometimes, how potent it was, too. It was one of the most puissant spells ever, capable of knocking down a raging lion away just as easy as one flicking a troublesome insect away with his fingers, and that was why it came as an astounding shock to Sir. Oswic when the thrilling energy that came with voicing out the spell had almost no effect on the tyronimic that was still charging towards him but now at an increased pace.Sir. Oswic didn't know what to do but the tyronimic did, it had to eat and that was what it was getting to.In the very last second, Sir. Oswic resolved to the only option he had to save himself - and
Silence fell upon the members of the Chamber of Duties that included the blue-eyed baldie, the expectant mother, the brown haired man whose nose extended like an hand fan - keeping his brown moustache in obscurity, Eallric Hancey of the Police Department, Wene Noelle from Ciburrh, Artin Dane - the leader of the Unity Board, Riyen Gosbald; the grand daughter of an ex leader of the board, Seignor Godbald, Gauwilh Chames - an endorsed attorney of theEventide Shore Law Firm, spiteful Troef’ny Uthane and other random members who had nothing peculiar.Cwena Engow was quiet, too.They all waited with hearts racing and brains receptive to chaos from a creature they knew not. Sir. Oswic - with a bleeding leg that had spread a warm, red liquid that covered more than half the entire ground, stood at the front of them all - a few metres, waiting for a howl or a three headed beast to jump into the alley. But, nothing.
The sound of the crushed can of a drink perforated the atmosphere as air squeezed out of it like a deflated hot-air balloon hissing softly into the dreary world. Whoever it was that had squashed it had done it mistakenly, there was no doubt about that.Another clamor uproared like tigers brawling for a mate starting with a grumble then growing to become something more. The sound multiplied in intensity then like thunder that had been rolling in the sky towards them, its stentorian noise struck above them, causing them to tremble and their knees turning to wet noodles.They all gathered round, Sir. Oswic ahead and leading them to the entrance of the Chamber of Duties. A deafening silence had sprouted among them as they walked over remains and carcasses, stiff shiny skeletons and carrions of dead guards. It was hard to believe that just a few hours ago, they were all alive, hale and hearty, going about their bus
The next couple of days were chaotic and anarchic in all the provinces of Wabrook - the most shammed being Ingfalls, closely followed by Ledale.Tyronimics of different sizes and varying grades of calamity roamed the streets, running into buildings and causing them to crumble. Duchess Route, College Passage and Vermilion avenue; all in Ingfalls, were the most affected for they were the most populated places which attracted more tyronimics than others.Schools - public and private, great and small, were either demolished to powder by the tyronimics or were shut down for the fear of their students getting bruised, or killed, on their way to school. Shops and malls closed, too. The daring ones among them, though, stuck to the curfew the minister of Ingfalls, Travote Psukil, had placed.Federal Banks closed, too. Privately owned and managed banks, though, had its workers sneaking in to work - going through their re
Inspector Eallric was still half-hearted and unsure, infirm, undecided and somewhat erratic about allowing Gerey fight the tyronimics; the Saviour of the world - or even train at all for the battle or more precisely, warfare.After seeing how brutal the tyronimics were, harbouring the dejection, gloom and misery that Gerey was dead at some point, and also, having gone to the root, the source and start of all the problems, too - which he kept from Gerey and Aunt Brione, Eallric thought it was the best decision to send him with Brione to Ledale - which was affected less by the tyronimics.At least, that was what he wanted to believe but deep down, there was more and it had to do with Lene Woodye - the perfect NCU TV reporter.**The sun unfurled and spread its much welcomed warmth that Sunday like the ripple of a drop of water landing in a vast, blue ocean and spreading to the fancy shores and cocon
A young girl of seventeen with flaxen hair that lightened up and radiated with the evening sun that casted a vintage-like filter all around from the black tarred asphalts to the ever-noisy CD shop that was directly converse to their home, ushered Eallric, Brione and Gerey in.She had a Cherry Red and Emerald Green Evening gown that hugged her shoulder and embraced her petite frame down to her waist before enlarging and flourishing like an umbrella. She looked like a tall and beautiful Christmas elf as the colours of her frock sparkled and her well groomed mannerisms made her astonishing. It was Cwena.As they stepped into the neat compound that smelled of the wet, chocolaty soil with a little flava of homemade honey, Trosheare came out; bubbly, full of life, with her blonde hair that gleamed and appeared more glorious than Cwena's, and with bright red blushed on her fleshy cheeks.“Eallric? Brione?” She s
Maybe if Eallric Hancey had arrived at his home with Lene Woodye – the NCU TV reporter, and the essential tools and medicines needed as much as fifteen earlier than he did, Gerey Wysalt wouldn't be in his room, clipping his black three pieced suit together with shiny cufflinks in one arm – then the other, and Aunt Brione, putting on a black gown that reached below her knee – hugging her frame. Maybe they wouldn't be headed towards Gravy Cray Burial Spot to pay their final wishes, but...**Black umbrellas were raised in the air to keep them dry as the sky turned cloudy, as if weeping the demise of ‘rainbow lady’, too, and easing the digging of the ground where her casket was to be buried for life.At the very front of them all, with salty tears dropping out of his brown eyes was Rawerd Woodye, Lene's brother who had applied to got to the Police College at Seymour Point, it wasn't hard knowing him if you'd known his sister.
Gerey Wysalt – and Jeyrin who was leading him, continued through dark passages that had nothing but dim torches fastened to the sides of the wall.As stupid as it sounded, they were most likely going to their deaths – and they both knew this, but Gerey planned on protecting himself and Jeyrin as much as after he could, and that's why with every step that the duo took, Gerey's eyes swung left and right in absolute alacrity, ready to burn-to-ashes, anyone that stood in his way.Jeyrin turned right – into another hallway; Gerey with him, and at the far end of it, both of them saw white, feathery, soft and velvety smoke that moved slowly – in quite an hallucinating way, dance out of a room.They couldn't see the insides of the room for the snowy fog was quite thick and that only made Gerey more anxious.“That's the chamber.” Jeyrin whispered to Gerey. He was evidently filled with fright and it could be easily deci
The room was unusually cold, very chilly, and had a blinding darkness that cloaked every inch of every corner of the area - which only made things more puzzling.“Anyone here?” Sir. Oswic called again in a subdued whisper and in response, he heard the rattle of a chain dragging on the shaggy ground.For all he knew, it could be a fettered beast with its jaw wide open and above him, ready to chomp him at once if he did as much as move a finger. For a split second, he thought that his heart was going to yank out as it kept hammering against his ribcage.Ten seconds down the line, he brought his wand out of his pocket and flicked it around.“Literaymese Coontaria.”A blue light tipped out of the other end of his wand, spread out and drove away the darkness of the room. He shone it around and was shocked by what - or rather, whom he saw.He stood in the very middle of the room and
Gerey, Sir. Oswic and Jeyrin slowly entered the unpleasant building which made them feel like a million spiders - each larger than the size of an average man's palm, was crawling on their faces.Inside the builing was a long hallway whose end wasn't visible from the entrance where they stood. Lit torches on each side of the rugged wall that was to their left and right, drew out and down the empty hallway, casting their very own shadows to the torpid ground like mats.It truly was a mysterious place but what did they expect when they were going into the devil's home?“From Eallric's memory,” Sir. Oswic whispered, testing the level of echo of the dim, mystifying hallway. After a few seconds when his voice echoed back with a hush - meaning that the unlit hallway wasn't one that had enough properties to reverberate, Sir. Oswic continued, “There's a casement through which Eallric saw Mr. Wadsev and maybe the others. They migh
Gerey spread out his arms, ready to blast off - with bright red or blue scorching flames, the creatures whose hoofs him, Sir. Oswic and Jeyrin could hear hammering and drumming into the air in multiples.He knew that his life was at stake as well as Sir. Oswic's and Jeyrin's, too, if he made a silly mistake but still, he felt confident, and fierce, and in control as he always did when in a battle with his element.From afar, he caught a glimpse of the tyronimics whose dark, leathery skin blended with the dark world making it look like a natural camouflage like the ones grasshoppers have in a green field, charging towards them at a speed faster than that of Uncle Eallric's 404.Gerey Wysalt moved his hands in a few circular motions which would've made no sense to an onlooker, ready to strike.The tyronimic got closer, unrelenting in its velocity and intensity.When it
Gerey's eyes swung to and fro at an accelerated pace as he tried to soak up and make sense of where he was, with his hand which was still interlocked with Sir. Oswic's.The sun which Sir. Oswic remembered to be dim when he'd come with Eallric and a few of the others that made up the Chanber of Duties, was almost completely extinguished but for a small spark that glistened and stood out amongst the gloomy sky like gold out of cheap brass.Jeyrin who wasn't surprised by his world carried on with the reason they'd come whilst speaking vital words the duo needed.“The same way you have a president is the same way we have a leader. We have cities, and towns. Villages and metropolises, but there is no reason why you both should see those places. They're just like here, blood drenched and empty.” Jeyrin started.Even Sir. Oswic was taken by surprise by the piece of information he'd just recei
As the days went by with more blood shed, Sir. Oswic was finding it more difficult keeping Ingfalls safe alone and all his efforts were almost negligible.He knew - because he saw, that the government sent soldiers in troops and batches to face tyronimics. The first sets of soldier were the lab rats, the experimental pigs, the scape goats whose lives ended quicker than the the snap of fingers. The soldiers proved to the government - and the world that they or others couldn't handle the tyronimics.As each day passed, it was a matter of time before he knew that he'll have to go back on his promise to himself and Inspector Eallric of the Police Department, Ingfalls. He'd promised that he wasn't going to involve Gerey in the battle against the tyronimics - to keep him safe. But what happens when they all perish - Gerey included?And that was why on that fateful afternoon which happened to be the day Eallric went with Lene to
Eallric felt relieved that the soldiers that had come to meet him and Lene at the NCU TV station didn't pursue his Peugeot 404 because there was almost no way his car would have been able to outrace theirs and also, he was running out of gas.As he drove, his eyes shifted from the asphalt he raced on to the side mirrors - to know if they were being chased, to Lene Woodye. She was barely breathing and blood pumped out of her skin like an uncontrollable tap, and got her cloth drenched. What sucked the most, though, was that there were no hospitals or clinics anywhere.After about fifteen minutes, he walked out defeated. He didn't find as much as a needle. The hospital was gradually closing down even before the crisis which had befallen them didAs they passed by Fontanna Grounds, Eallric parked his car close to a ruin that one would have thought is ancient Athens. Not more than three bricks were in their right place. On the othe
Luckily for both Inspector Eallric Hancey and Lene Woodye, they met no tyronimic on their way to the station which was located at Gapler Course - a mere two minutes drive from one of the many military bases in Ingfalls.The tyronimic which hastened their journey greatly right from 56, Hubers Street, Traquar Demesne, gave chase to the inexorable Peugeot 404 that mashed and squashed bodies, speeding through bumpy asphalts and past wrecked and dilapidated edifices, as Lene ordered Eallric along the right path, all the way to Fontanna Grounds where it realized that it could go no further.If there was one thing Eallric learnt as he drove to Lene's command, it was that tyronimics were very energetic and almost indefatigable and he wasn't sure if it was in the report he'd gotten from Calgibrie Forensic Pathology Institute but it was something he'd ended up learning.After a while with the car's engine purring down uninhabited ro