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2020-09-15 21:17:46Orda Rudochfie stopped on his dark horse with a cautious look. The surrounding trees looked violet in the bluish moonlight.
After listening to something for a while, Orda jerked his horse again to walk without hurry. Many times his eyes flickered to the edge of the path he passed.
Movement in the bush made Orda stop again. The horse snorted and neighed softly. Orda pulled a double-edged ax that he passed to his back. The object's handle was rather long and silvery. Each blade has a roaring tiger sign.
“Whoever you are, come out.” Orda said; his voice is firm and calm. But a drop of sweat seemed to drip on his forehead.
The scrub shrubs again. A branch broke and a few seconds later the bushes parted; revealed a tall man in a black robe and blue mask.
Other figures with almost the same appearance began to appear one by one from behind bushes or trees; some jumped down from the tree itself.
There are about a dozen of them. Each of them carried a weapon similar to the handled black cone. Orda knows what that weapon is. The Sword of the Stake, people called it.
The black gang surrounded Orda, while the horse neighed nervously. Understanding seemed to be created in the eyes of the beleaguered.
“What makes you think that I deserve to be followed and surrounded like this?” Orda said stiffly as he looked at one of them who first appeared.
“What makes you think we can't stop you here?” the big man asked in his deep, cold voice.
Orda's eyes narrowed. His horse grunted in panic and he tried to calm his horse down.
“You, Lor people, have never felt enough to give suffering to others,” hissed Orda sharply. “For whatever's in this world, move!”
Someone chuckled and mocked. “Or what, coward?”
The big man took a step forward; looked like the leader of the mob. He put his left hand in his pants pocket. The man's right hand reached out as if he wanted to ask for something.
“We know you have something, Vocaship Peas,” said the man. His voice was still as cold as the Sea of Death. “Give me that thing and you are free to go. Alive.”
“As you can see, dark leader.” Orda grinned. “I only carry axes, clothes and robes that I wear. Why do you want these petty things too?”
“Zanxer.” The enemy calls an object furiously. “You know very well what that is, damn White man! Give it to me, or you will die!”
“I'm not willing to die.” Orda grinned again, his expression looking odd under the blue moonlight. “And I'm sorry I don't have the thing you're talking about. Just go to hell, weirdos!”
The big man jumped towards Orda and struck his strange Stake Sword. His movements are very fast and so sudden. Orda parried it with an ax; makes a strange clang because of the impact of both.
However, the sudden attack was too shocking for Orda to make him fall from his horse.
He snorted in pain, but immediately stood up even though his body was a little unsteady. The horse jumped, then ran off somewhere.
“I guess I know where the hell you mean, coward.” The enemy smiled coldly without feeling. He turned to his other friends. “What about the idea of looking for hell in the heart of the White?”
Eleven people armed with Stake Swords invaded together, accompanied by a compact cry that sounded oddly in the silence of the forest. Orda parried several attacks from them with fast movements. The strange sensation caused by the collision of two different types of weapons made Orda's arm hurt from time to time.
In the third minute Orda struggled to swing his ax again. But the ax stopped in mid-air as he suddenly jerked forward.
White blood gushed out of his mouth. He looked down. The last thing he saw was the tip of a black cone that pierced his chest. The stake sword was forcibly drawn and Orda fell down. The hole left by the weapon hissed as if burned.
The gang searched for something in the dead Orda's body. When finished, one of them shook his head at the big man. The man said nothing, but the look in his eyes hardened and his hands clenched.
“They changed plans, apparently,” hissed the big man annoyed.
“But our Argas say that this Daga will pass the Moa Forest to Rovega,” said another.
The big man looked down and looked at the dead Daga below him, as if the Daga named Orda was just a caterpillar that was accidentally trampled.
“It's true,” the big man said quietly. His eyes are shiny blue and white patterned. “Too bad that stupid Argas didn't say that there would be 'two' Daga sent by Vocaship.”
The big male colleagues knew that poor Argas' life would stop shortly. They have failed to get what they are looking for.
But, as people know about the reputation of this organization: they will never stop.
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Blood: Tears of Darkness 11
A few moments later Mr. Kei continued the story, very sure that Quan saw the teacher deliberately staring at her and the other Black disciples.After taking blood oaths, the first Red Group called in the spirits, Mr. Kei said, for many nights. On the seventh night, the first spirit in the form of a black wolf appears, then the second, third, and so on until the number is equal to the summoners.The first Red Group hummed sad songs and lamentations of despair, and their requests before the spirits. Then, the wolf spirits granted it by way of tapping some of their essence into the Red People.The person who was possessed fell unconscious until dawn, and woke up in a state already a wolf demon.“The following night the second Red Group, did as the first did in different places. But the spirits answered them faster, on the third night. This time the spirits that came were golden lions. The same procession took place, and the majestic lion demon was crea
Blood: Tears of Darkness 10
Mr. Kei paused and let his students accept the words before continuing.“It is said that the origin of the three colors other than black is the Red Nation. Do you know what era I mean?”The children answered in unison, “Era of Red Blood.”“Yes, of course.” Mr. Kei agreed, then continued. “And in that one millennium, they created history by preserving the curse, and in the end destroying the Red Nations themselves.”“You mean to say that the White, Silver and Blue People are the result of a curse?” Exan interrupted sharply.Mr. Kei smiled and shook his head slowly.“Our ancestors who were originally Red People did get a curse,” explained the teacher straightforwardly. “But we are not meant to be born only to bear the title of curse. Our life is a gift, even though it starts with mistakes that shouldn't be done. It's not our fault, it's nobody's fault.”
Blood: Tears of Darkness 9
That sentence silenced the excitement of the students. Quan lost her smile that was only slightly. The other students looked at Mr. Kei with an incomprehensible look.“So.” Mr. Kei decided. “Does anyone know where the error is?”Many students try to find answers in the thick books they have, and some of them just look at each other and shake their heads.“Yoan?” Mr. Kei called a first-rate boy in the class.It feels shocking when a smart student you know says "don't know" when asked by a teacher, but this time it was even more shocking because no one needed to be surprised when Yoan answered, "Don't know, sir," quietly.“Lein?” Mr. Kei asked again.The fifth-ranked girl just shook her head a little guilty, and Mr. Kei welcomed her with a smile.Mr. Kei's gaze was searching, and stopped at Quan who was just silent and instead stared back with unreadable views.“Quan?”
Blood: Tears of Darkness 8
Quan came out of her reverie when the bell rang twice. Mrs. Hilda left the room, and a few moments later another teacher entered the second grade.Mr. Kei is a personable and humorous-faced figure, but even so he remains firm. Quan likes this one teacher because of his lesson: Dark History.Dark History is not always as dark as its name, but other students still like it because it is quite interesting. Sometimes the lessons learned are not always in public books outside of school.When the lesson began, Mr. Kei wrote Blood & Secrets on the blackboard, and first discussed the last week's lesson for a few minutes as usual.“What causes us to be called White, Silver, and Black?” Mr. Kei asked the dozens of students in front of him in a loud voice, after discussing the previous material.The class suddenly rumbles when all students answer in unison while banging on the table (because they are lazy, Quan and Exan just answe
Blood: Tears of Darkness 7
One year after the tragedy of Mrs. Durbysch's murder, the family left behind went from their burning home. They moved only a few miles away; feel unable to leave the memories far away.But little Quan still bothered. Memories of the killers she massacred still clearly printed in her mind. That's why Mr. Durbysch invited his family to move again; this time out of town.However, the move was only the beginning of another bad thing for Quan again.It was afternoon. Everyone is in their homes, waiting for a total solar eclipse that will soon happen. The Durbysch family was no exception, also in their homes. They gather in the living room.“Why don't we try and see it?” At that time Quan had a chance to ask.Mr. Durbysch smiled as he looked at his daughter with a gaze. Quan' brothers looks so focused on the book they read in the corner of the room.“We can't see the eclipse directly, honey.” Mr. Durbysch told Quan patientl
Blood: Tears of Darkness 6
“If you keep daydreaming,” said the blue haired girl, “you might miss interesting news from Mrs. Hilda!”Quan looked at her.“You mean, the Annual Tour plan.” She stated. “Sounds normal.”The girl named Abara sighed. She turned to the colleague next to her, as if to ask for help.“What do you want Exan to explain to me?” Quan asked casually, saying the name of another eyed girl next to Abara.“What Bara meant was not a general topic, but rather a specific one,” said Exan, bored.“Tour location, you mean,” said Quan calmly.Exan snorted. She knew that Quan knew, Abara did not.“Do you even listen?!” demanded Abara be impatient.Quan's turn to snorted. Abara became Abara again; something that sometimes makes her not know what to feel.“What do you wish for?” Quan muttered lazily. “Of course I'm listening
