Semua Bab The Game of Heavens and Earth: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Hammerhorn was ours. We all stood at its peak and watched the raiders scattered throughout the forest. That mysterious voice must’ve gotten away too. It was a miracle that all the members of the counter-raiding party survived, especially from that earthquake attack caused by Mount Fort. Afterward, we rested through the remainder of the night. By morning, we discussed what to do with Hammerhorn. It still had a strategic value to be left alone. The big shots or the raiders might return to take it back, but neither of those who were on their guild’s behalf wanted one of them to claim it as their territory. Marseille stepped in and proposed that all of them could rule jointly. It would be like a mini-Sweet Haven. Everyone agreed. Zeki’s guild also got a shared ownership since he participated in the battle. Raja declined the offer since he was a nonmember now. What about our party? We still hadn’t yet established a guild or even a flag. We waited for Wilt to speak

“I have to do it,” Brock said. “You sure?” Katie asked. He nodded. “I need to know if I am worthy.” My friends and I were staring at Marseille’s hammer lying on a stump. We were in a clearing inside the forest, not far from town. After two days, my sprained foot had healed. Mr. Smith finally started to teach us how to survive in the Yellow Zone. Raja, Zeki, and the Dragonhearts were also helping out. Raja decided that he would be staying here for a vacation. As for Marseille and her companions, they hadn’t yet told us their reason. They left the clearing with Mr. Smith to prepare something for us. However, for some reason, Marseille left her hammer behind. “Let me get this straight,” Li began. “Only a worthy can lift this hammer, right?” “Pretty much,” Wilt replied. We gave the Shaolin a brief knowledge of what we knew about Thor, from movies, cartoons, and comics. “Okay.” Li paused a bit. “Worthy of what?” “Worthy to w

While walking next to the tree line, we followed the Mayflower Guildmaster to who knew where he took us. The forest was getting dark as night fell, though we managed to see where we were going, thanking the lights coming from Rockflower. “We’re here,” Mr. Smith said when we arrived in front of a wall of vines and foliage, covering as high as the tallest trees, with its length stretched as far as we could see in the dark. He went through first. Everyone was a bit hesitant until his hand popped out and gestured to come inside. Upon exiting on the other side, what we saw were lights. Not enough to blind us, but it took all of our breaths away. “It’s beautiful,” Katie gasped. In front of us was like a paradise in the night, full of glowing flowers, mosses, shrubs, and ferns, shimmering or tinting in shades of many vibrant colors. “It’s like we’re in Pandora,” Katie awed. “Or the night in the Garden of Eden,” Alex added. “My guild had been

As night came, we were in a secret hideout in the forest, inside a massive willow tree with its vast canopy of long leaves able to house ten people. This was the first line of defense in case of another raid. If ever a raider group tried to sneak toward the town, we would ambush them from behind. Our only light source was candles, though the double wall of black curtains around the roots dimmed their illumination. Because of that, our hideout wouldn’t get spotted by any incoming intruder. However, we couldn’t make a campfire due to its flame brightening more than candles. Therefore, the Mayflowers brought our dinner instead of cooking it ourselves. We were sitting around, doing our own leisure while waiting for something to happen through the night. I was reading some history books I borrowed from the town’s library. “Did you hear that?” I caught a strange, unfamiliar sound. We were a bit anxious, despite most of us were armed with Wilt’s conjured swords.

It was too fast. The tornado took a drop on the guildhall, tearing it to pieces, followed by a powerful squall that swept everyone within the town wall. I managed to embed my fingers against the ground and held on while my eyes closed. “Lady Marseille!” Deborah’s distinctive voice shouted. A crackling thunder was shot toward the sky. That must be Mjolnir being thrown. In an instant, the squall disappeared. Once my eyes opened, the tornado was gone, but the dark sky was still there. “Thank you, Lady Marseille,” Raja thanked in his giant form. All of my friends were clinging to him, much to my relief. I glanced around to see who was left inside the town. Aside from my friends and Raja, I found Marseille, Deborah, the two Green Bit chiefs, and several people standing around. The squall must’ve blown away most of the townspeople. Before long, Mjolnir got back to its owner. “It’s Marseille Thorkellson!” My eyes bulged. “That voice.”