NightTime Roads

Compared to others, this chapter is very short. Don't worry though, it's all that needs to be said at this point... muwahahaha!!! ....... ok fine, no evil laugh. Just read the chapter already.


Chapter 7


"That's... unreal."

It was all Rekia could say at this point. A guard had returned baring the horrible news that Antros had singlehandedly defeated his squad with his bare hands. He almost collasped in shock over the news, before he shook himself back to reality.

"Bring... bring the elite guards."

"The Elite ones? Sir, with all due respect-"

"Just follow my orders!" Rekia shouted in anger. The guard looked like he was about to jump out of his skin, before rushing off. Rekia rested himself on the opposite wall of the door. "I'm starting to think... that this guy isn't normal. Is he even human I wonder..." Rekia didn't believe in demons. He had never seen anything remotely close to it in his life. And all records showed that the power of magic had been lost centuries ago. There was no one left who held such power... was there? After all, Rekia had no idea where Antros even came from. For all he knew, Antros could have been born in a secret town of magic casters. But the Elite Guards would handle it.

The Elite Guards were special guards, trained directly by Rekia himself. They were ther toughest of the guards, hand-picked by Rekia to recieve training from him. They were normally used as a last resort in war, but desperate times called for such extremes, and Rekia was no longer taking any chances with Antros now. Soon enough, about twenty guards came in, each wearing a special gold-plated armor and helmet. The filed in and saluted to Rekia.

"Men. I have need of your assistance. The rouge Antros has proven to be a deadly foe indeed. Sources indicate that he was last seen going east. Your orders are as such. Find him, and bring him back here alive. You may use force on sight. Do not try and hold back against him. He is a firece foe and will not hesistate to kill you. Go."

The men shouted "Yes sir!" in unison before leaving. Rekia settled himself down before gazing at the room. All around weapons of all sorts loomed. Giving a final sigh, he stepped out to make his report to the queen.

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Levoa was dead quiet went Antros had arrived there. If Antros hadn't known better, one could say this place was the mere shadow of the town it once was. But Antros felt a sneaking suspicion about what was happening. Going to one of the doors he gave a loud knock, but no one answered. He knocked again and the minutes passed by. Slowly, the door opened a crack.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if-"

But before Antros could finish, the person behind the door gave a cry of fright and slammed it back shut. Antros could hear the sounds of locks, meaning that whoever was inside certainly didn't want him in. As Antros wandered from building to building, he found nearly the same greeting. Some even refused to open thier doors. Once or twice, he heard the sound of muffled crying. It all confused him to no end.

So much for a good night's rest. Antros thought as he slowly realized how hungery he was starting to get. "Damn it... this is not working well. I really don't want to do this but..." Antros looked around before he saw it, the tavern. Walking over to it, the sign said it was closed and no light could be seen from the windows. Reaching into a pocket, Antros pulled out a pin and began to work the lock. He had done this on a number of occasions before, so he wasn't surprised to hear the soft Click of the lock and the door opening for him.

Quickly moving inside, before anyone could see, he searched around. The tables were empty and still dirty, bits of food and drink spilled on them. Antros found it strange that the owner would keep the place like this, but paid it no mind. Letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, Antros crept over to the back room, where he found all sorts of food from chickens to flour and various drinks. Antros searched around until he made a make-shift pack to carry suplies in and started to load up. He didn't take any of the drinks but secured himself enough food to last about a week on his own. Giving the place a final look-over, Antros crept back and departed into the night.

Antros moved as quick as he could to the gate. He definately didn't want to caught here, for it seemed as if the people had already heard of his false actions. Antros departed quickly off the main road, unaware that someone had been watching him the entire time.

"Poor poor Antros... I wonder what would happen, if I took that which is most precious to you..." With a low, yet sinster laugh, the man turned and headed opposite of him.


It was early dawn went they crossed paths. Antros brother had just entered Gaia Kingdom, just as the Elite Guards were leaving it. The passed each other by, without so much as a glance to each other. Yet they also didn't see the smirk on the hooded man's face as he walked past the guards. Antros... you will learn to fear me soon enough...