Steadily they traversed the desecrated ruins of a barbaric city. The boy watched with an unnoticeable glint of curiosity in his eyes. The noise of earlier was probably made by the destruction of native buildings and constrictions of formal ones.
The scene was as bright as day, bustling with activities. The boy saw men in the strange metal habiliment he had seen and taken earlier. Unfortunately his had been completed destroyed during his battle with Navalix.
And the other group were men in ragged fabrics. The metal clothed yelled loudly and whipped the fabric clothed, so the boy had a general idea on what was going on.
Boys of his age were seen walking in pairs and carrying motionless bodies of aged people. While still studying the entrance area of the barbaric city, they stopped at a huge tent.
Lord Aster got done from his horse and barked a few commands to some soldiers who were loitering about. He turned to Gale and instructed, " Get the woman back to Derium, my boy deserves a good slave after his victory in that battle. "
" He does need some rest and time to recover, however this is what he wants. " Aster's sight catches the boy, " Great Varethia!!! You didn't tell me he was an undead, if not get him to Myron immediately. Have him healed and given to Serph. "
Gale nodded submissively, " Hail The Dominion Of Varethia. " He said in tribute to their empire and ride off with his contubernium. After getting a good distance, Gale turned to his squad.
" Petre, take the boy tho the healer, Myron, the seven of us would report back to Derium. " The soldier which was chained to the boy nodded and walked off with the boy.
Still traveling through the entrance area of the conquered city. The horse man approached a tent, huge but not as big as the general's. Petre got down from his horse and lead the boy into the tent.
Scents of fragrant herbs and flowers assaulted the boy's nose immediately they walked into the tent. Darkness was an eminent force, a contrast to the rest of the city.
The only illumination in the room was a floating orb of light, which didn't affect the darkness a bit.
" Healer, Aster has instructed you heal this boy. " Petre said pushing the boy further into the tent.
At the end was a still figure, clothed in an overlong hooded fabric. The boy couldn't tell what it was or what it was doing. The only reason he could see it was due to the light orb mapping out its outline.
Minutes passed after Petre left and nothing was said or done by the figure. More time passed before a weakly hoarse voice said. " Getting me that crate. "
The boy looked around and his eyes caught the shape of a wooden box. He walked up to the box and took it to the man. " So you understand me. " The man said but got no response.
" Lie on the floor and I shall then tend to your injuries." Myron said not sparing to turn and face the boy. Suddenly his legs began fidgeting and he dropped to his knees.
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Searing pain burnt through his chest, at that moment he felt nothing but pain. Harsh pain. His skin paled slowly, as if the blood of his very being was been drained.
He clawed at his heart, the main generator of the pain he felt. Trying to let out a shout, even sound he could emit was shot back into his body.
Bones grinded against bones, veins and arteries burst violently within him. He collapsed to his back, convulsing from the transformation.
Myron, done with what he was doing, faced the boy to commence his healing. But he was shocked to the bone. His patient lay on the floor, convulsing and regenerating faster than the blink of an eye.
Smoke rose from the body, filling the room with a hot mist. Moments passed and the boy lay still and unmoving. Injuries potent enough to take a life where healed in a heartbeat.
The healer who knelt to watch the procedure was thrown back in astonishment. " Impossible!!! " The aged man said scurrying out of the tent as if pursued by a demon.
Running in that manner till he reached the General's tent. He burst into the tent, falling to his knees and palms. The guards of the tent pointed their javelins at him.
" Myron, what is the meaning of this , has your aging mind gotten to you? " An authoritative voice boomed in his ears. " No, Never, Lord Conphicus, I have urgently come to purchase a slave. " Myron said kowtowing closer to the general's desk.
" Is your urge still that strong at this age, if so let Spari get you the girl which drove you insane." Conphicus said not lifting his face from his papyrus parchment.
" Its not a woman, its a boy, " Myron replied but wasn't allowed to finish. " I knew you were homosexual, I just couldn't prove it. " Conphicus replied with a cough.
" I remain loyal to my late wife Conphicus, I have just discovered a boy who could regenerate faster than Leyca. " Myron informed.
" Leyca, the immortal warrior!! The one who regrew an entire limb in less than an hour. " The general said his voice unerringly calm despite his exclamation.
" Yes Lord, I believe his blood would make up for Leyca's failed experiment. Finally we can make our Emperor immortal and invincible. " Myron responded.
General Conphicus for once raised his face to look directly, at the healer who had been kowtowing hitherto. " Then this slave shall be left in your care till the elixir is complete. " He said resuming his work.
Begging deeply, the healer stood and exited the tent. After making his was back to his tent. He found out to his astonishment, the tent was empty.
Unbeknownst to him, disaster was reckoning.
Far at the entrance of the conquered city existed a parchment of very dim lighting.
The only area which the magnificent light of the burning flame couldn't influence.
A pack of barbarian boys, all dressed in tattered rags. They stood drenched in their sweat and blood, their faces weary with agony.
No one controlled their activities but they remained. As if chained down by invisible shackles. " Raise your implements wretched dogs, who instructed you to lay down your tools." A authoritative female voice echoed through their ear drums.
A singular sound which galvanized them into picking the crude pickaxes laying at their feet. Soon after that, the echoes of metal striking metal, reverberated through the ether.
Watching them from the ruins of a destroyed building. Nothing could be seen of this person but two glowing emerald eyes.
Muscle strains with such hard labour resulted in, the daunting sound and chippings of some strange multicolored material.
Moments passed and chaos erupted. At first a blur of green and three boys fell. No scream, no struggle. Severed clean and stone dead.
Flashes burst through the ether. Some tried to run, some tried to evade, however all met a similar end. Those who either stopped or fell from what happened around them, were butchered in an instant. As if their lives meant nothing.
" Lady Serph, We have gathered every boy we could find. " A soldier called out. Finally the chaos subsided. Leaving a pool of blood, mangled bodies, an eerily still figure and fourteen remained youths. Their fears buried underneath the depths of their hearts.
" Repeat. " The still figure said in a malevolent voice. The soldier looked at his men with him and the youths behind them and said firmly. " We have completed you request Lady Serph."
The figure turned and walked towards them in the most femaline way possible. Still shielded by the darkness.
" Well now let's make selections. ", She said vanishing from her spot to a particular boy who's hands were clapped against his ears.