Chapter 8 (Part 3)

We all turned to look at the wolf, who was now coughing up large amounts of blood.

Chapter 8 (Part 2)

“Whatever happens, do not go outside the barrier,” I whispered to Rascielle who simply collapsed to her knees in fear. She didn’t even seem to comprehend what I just said but she nodded in cold sweat anyway.

Chapter 8 (Part 1)

“What is that?” I jolted the horse to a sudden stop then whirled my head to look behind us but the ominous presence I felt vanished. “Did you guys feel that?”

Chapter 7 (part 2)

The sun was setting down fast and we couldn’t ride for much longer so we set up camp. We were headed north towards the river I like to call “The River with a lot of Nicknames”. I think it’s the only river in the world with so many names. It’s been called the River of Life, Mother River, Main River, The Big River, The Vein of the Continent and a whole lot more but its proper name is Barquiz River. There’s only one reason to blame for that: poets. Poets like to describe that river and everything under the sun (sun included) for that matter, in their unique, poetic, long winded fashion and then spread it around like a plague. The people who contract this plague then know the river in that poetic way too and treat it like it’s the river’s real name.

 Poets and their tangled sense of language – they make this simple world sound painful and complicated.

Chapter 7 (Part 1)

When we got out of the city, my two mysterious, still hooded employers greeted us. But this time, I could clearly see their faces under their hoods. The bigger guy with the deep voice looked exactly like how I imagined him. He was tall, dark skinned, muscular, bald and wore a very stern expression like your average hoodlum. He also had this intimidating aura around him that made you feel like he was born a leader or a leader of a gang. But of course, although I could feel the aura he was exuding, it could not move me in the slightest. I’m pretty hard to impress.   

Chapter 6 (part 2) - End of tournament arc

The upgraded Dragon Slayer now stood across from me. His eyes were pure white as if his pupils disappeared or his iris lightened which either way felt inhuman. And all that came out of his mouth were unintelligible noises, growls and froth. The combined effect of these characteristics made him look like he lost all reason, like a wild, rabies infected dog. His body was terribly deformed with very large muscles. His skin even took the color of his presumed mood – an angry red.

Chapter 6 (part 1)

“Chryisle wait. We’re being rude to the next contestants,” Noirxus said in an attempt to rein my temper. “Shouldn’t we let them go first?”

I looked at Noirxus with the most piercing glare I could muster. “Where are your so called next contestants? Hurry and point them out so I can kill them.”

Chapter 5 (Part 2)

An ordinary person could only see the first strike then the rest would be blurry movements accompanied by the sound of metal clashing against each other. Debris was flying everywhere and people would be scrambling for safety here and there. Most of the audience (or what’s left of them) would slide across the bleachers as they dodge the large boulders but then they would eventually get stuck between a rock and a hard place – literally. The reason why the tournament wasn't completely desolate yet was because people were torn between fleeing for their lives and not missing the epic fight. In short it was chaotic.  

Chapter 5 (part 1)

“I packed everything and bought everything necessary,” Noirxus said in a tired voice. “You really know how to use people Chryisle. When I returned with the supplies I found you already comfortably sleeping on the bed while I was up all night worrying about preparations because of your haphazard decision.”

Chapter 4 (part 3)

I didn’t want to stay in the tournament after my fight but Noirxus thought otherwise. He said it would be a valuable learning experience to look at other’s fights so I left him there. I eventually became bored so I went out and planned our next course of action after I win the prize for the tournament. I decided to take on a real mercenary job.

Chapter 4 (part 2)

Watching my future opponents is a big waste of time and energy. Besides I want to be surprised when I fight them. So I proceeded to do what I usually do before my fight: sleep.

After a while, I felt a slight nudge on my arm. I guess that means it’s my time to shine. I got up and walked a few steps towards the stage, but then I paused suddenly feeling hesitant.

Chapter 4 (Part 1)

Noirxus had to go first in the second elimination round. I brought a couple of earplugs just in case which came in handy as soon as his name was announced by the emcee.

Chapter 3 (part 3)

No matter how much I want to kill a man, I will never use a sword against a drunk. Yeah, that’s how good a person I am. So as a safe alternative to blades, I’ll pummel him with my fist instead.

Chapter 3 (part 2)

It was dusk.

Both Noirxus and I (actually just me) are having trouble finding a good place to spar in. The town didn’t have any open areas where we could destroy the place in peace because I assure you, after we’re done sparring, the area will look like it’s been passed by a very selective storm. We can’t go outside because the town gates close at night which would lock us out.

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Chapter 3 (Part 1)

It was Noirxus’ turn to give me his long flowing cloak as he headed towards the stage. I randomly placed the cloak beside me. What exactly did he think of me, a cloak hanger? He may be one but I’m not! As soon as he stepped to the arena, piercing screams began.

Chapter 2 (part 3)

The formal tournament is held at a coliseum like arena where the audience sits in bleachers that circle around the ring. The preliminaries are done in a separate location where multiple stages were set up and contestants fight. The role of the preliminaries is to weed out the contestants of weaklings leaving only those worthy enough to go to the elimination rounds. Noirxus and I checked the chart to see who our opponents are then we parted and went to our respective fights.

Chapter 2 (Part 2)

I carried Noirxus all the way to a nearby inn and checked in. I ordered a single room with two beds but when I saw the room however, I almost fainted with disgust. The innkeeper misunderstood me and gave me a room where the two beds are placed together as one. Without a second thought, I dropped Noirxus on the floor with a loud thud (and maybe secretly laughed at his misery) and moved the beds away from each other, as far as possible. After setting our things aside, I decided to take a bath.

Chapter 2 (part 1)

"Are you sure this is a town?" I asked Noirxus. "It's more like a city to me"

We were standing in front of two huge gates with walls on either side that I assume are surrounding the town. Two sentries were standing guard on either side of the gate watching as a stream of warriors, mages, travelers… basically people of all walks of life, enter the gates. They seemed lax in security in my opinion.

Chapter 1 (Part 3)

I assumed my favorite form- the one with no openings. My legs were apart and my knees were bent a bit. I held the sword with lowered but straight arms in front of me. He on the other hand raised his sword parallel to his shoulders, with the flat portion of his blade facing me. His other hand was an open palm bracing the other end of his blade. Is that his form? Even though it looked like it had a lot of openings, I felt like there were none. Interesting.

Chapter 1 (Part 2)

There it was. On the longest table I've ever seen - food. 

All kinds of food - soups, appetizers, main course and dessert made out of vegetables, fruits, and fish. The centerpiece of the banquet was the biggest multi-flavored loaf of bread I've ever seen.

I think I'm in heaven. If this is a dream, nobody wake me up.

Chapter 1 (part 1)

Ugh. I'm so hungry. 

I look from left to right and ahead but all I see is an endless, dark forest. The summer midday sun is also sucking the life out of me. I've been trekking the road for a week now, surviving only on what the forest can offer but really, can you blame me if I get sick and tired of eating rabbits and birds just to survive?  

I want to eat some bread! 

Prologue

"Master, how did dragons begin?" I asked as innocently as possible.

Novel Synopsis

Genre: Action, Adventure, Comedy, Romance.


You've heard of Dragons. You've heard of Dragon Slayers. But I'm a Dragon Slayer Slayer. That's right. You heard right. I kill Dragon hunters. As far as I'm concerned I'm the only dragon slayer slayer in the continent. Why? Because people are afraid of Dragons and the only ones not afraid of them aren't that active in preventing Dragon poaching. It's all because I love Dragons that I'm willing to kill for Dragons. People think I'm strange. Do you think I'm strange too?