All Chapters of Retribution of the Roar: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The dancing was still the best part for Raeya, even if she was not good at it. Where are they? She scanned the crowd for any signs of Aegis. The parade was over. Aren't they supposed to be here already? "Can I hold your hand?" The soft voice of a child's request made her reach out her hand automatically but quickly withdrew it when she saw she was not the one being asked. She was used to it that it was always her attention that people sought after when it comes to events such as these. "You okay?"Jin asked beside her. Raeya just nodded. She searched the surroundings and her eyes rested on a lady resting in front of a nearby stall. A girl of about eight was offering her a plate of sweets. The lady was dressed in a pure black satin dress which highlighted her white skin. Her hair was tied in a ponytail but it was also braided tightly. Her dress reached past her toes but it almost exposed all of her upper part, showing the tattoo of the Rigiddin's vulture in black ink--a Rokohorta d

Ryder thought he was lost, not until he saw the flickering light down the road. It was the Nysou's house. He had to leave his bike as there was a river to cross and the bridge looked like it would crumble at any time. Ryder walked through the bridge and it creaked heavily. It made him wonder if where did all the riches of the Nysou go that they couldn't even fix a decent road towards their house. The Nysou were a family of professional graveyard diggers who were in service to the Triad for decades already. They should have no problem with the money. A horrible thought entered his mind--the thought of the Triad not actually paying them. The government keeps their promises, right?, Ryder countered. But then, a voice entered his mind. Again. 'Unlike yours who protects corrupt officials but can't even save a friend!' He knew that the government had its own flaws. Corruption was evident though from time to time, they would blame it on one official, force him to step down, and the peopl

Of course, Ryder would be giving chase. Not only chasing Grey, but Fhae, as well. For if he is able to wring the information out of the conjurer, he surely will find her. Fhae's death was a mystery to him. To the others, she was just killed in action. But for Ryder, it was hard to accept that his mentor suddenly died like that in the hands of ordinary conjurers. So when a slight opportunity of revelation approached him, a little bit kind of a hidden story, a small ray of hope, revealed itself to him, he grabbed it. If the Triad was asking on why he was so bent on finding Fhae, the answer was simple. He had received instruction one fateful day. Droplets of rain drizzled down. Ryder had come back from visiting their old house. He had been hiding his remorse for almost a year and he had been dealing it alone to the point that when someone offers help, he would turn it away, even if it was from his sigil partner. He suddenly didn’t know what was worse—his dilemma or the fact that he w

Ryder was led to the mountain of graves.   It was the worst place for a fight. Mount Memoir was a resting place of both warriors and common folk. It was not right for them to battle here.    The midnight moon loomed over the dark sky. Grey was there facing a familiar spot with a cemented familiar name—his name.   “So this is supposed to be my grave?”   He kicked his own tombstone with a fury that made the birds on the nearby trees fly away. Gone was the miniature stature of red glass marbled into his figure. The pieces scattered on the grass and they glinted crimson blood under the moonlight—a color that was inevitable to be spilled any moment from now.   Ryder met Grey at Hearth's 300th graduation ceremony. He was this scrawny boy who had nothing to boast but his brain. Aegis was assigned to the security services while Ryder was called as a guest speaker. While the candidat

Ryder woke to the sound of someone whispering his name. His eyes were still half-open. Only then did he realize that the ceiling that he was staring at was white–something he wasn’t really fond of. He sat abruptly and regretted it. A wince escaped from his mouth and tried to push down the pain erupting from his stomach and sore body. That voice… His thoughts flew back to the voice that woke him but as he scanned the hospital room, no one was there. Upon realizing that it was just a mere dream, a different kind of pain weighed him down all the more. He had this feeling or rather longing that he just couldn’t get rid off no matter what he does. Two years has passed since that war yet to Ryder, it was as fresh as his physical wounds. It was not that he wouldn't break free, he just couldn’t at the moment. Ryder just wanted Aegis to be the best warring company in Khenealm. He wanted Aegis to be a source of hope and light that whenever people see their banners flying and the shield w