Jay summed up his mind. Hesitating for long wasn't a wise decision. He had to stop feeling like a vagabond. The risk had to be taken.
It was now or never. Davina was about to pass the tray of food to the hungry driven guards.
The time is now! Jay told himself. He closed his eye tight, inhaling larger volume of breath into his lungs.
He could hear a strange sound, vibrating deep enough diving into his eardrum.
His mind contradicted. He rolled his neck serially. He felt a strange calmness inside of him.
Like he just came from a graveyard.
Yeah! That was it. He could sense the power boiling aggressively like that of a cooking stew under the influence of intense flame.
Jay flashed open his eye. Voltage overtook him. Scores and dozens of energy ignited inside his eyeball. His sight turned magically yellow, eager to bestow the power beneath it.
Jay pushed his focus on the tray and sporadically widen his eyeball.
They shone triumphantly, merging accurately with his mind.
(SOM-NUS). Jay casted out the spell right at the tray. " That was it "
Yes! he did it. His prolonged face became less tense. It felt like a mission accomplished.
The effect of the spell he compelled acted like a sharp shooter.
The spell had captured the men eye, luring them into a deep sleep.
They fell into a deep sleep, snoring heavily like a newly enthroned king.
Whereas, the king had planted eye on Jay. He had secretly designated his most trusted palace guard. His name was "Foden".
The five feet muscular palace guard was the king machinery. He was a loyal dog who delivers assignment for the king. He, unlike other palace guards had a pinch of history with the king.
Foden was once a vagabond. He wasn't originally a bonafide citizen of Albion.
He wasn't a noble either. According to updated record, Foden was an orphan.
He was homeless. He had lost both his parent to a war that escalated between two neighboring kingdom. Although his age were immature, he was just five years of age.
He was a kid but his memory was intact. He remembered every single part of the tragic event.
That was how Foden became a total vagabond. He had no home, neither does he claim to belong to any kingdom. He look shattered, feeding on mere crumbs. His life could be compared to a dice tossed without a number. Most men dreamt and boast buoyantly of their ambition but Foden was a "dark horse" His was the adverse opposite.
He had no dream, neither does he yearn for ambition. The young man was an empty frypan.
He subject to all Peebles life throws at him. This was Foden life formula until his unimaginable encounter with the king turned his life to a new side of the leaf. Foden has been keeping solace beside an undeveloped local town outskirt which happen to be a two days horse ride from Albion.
After wandering along the country side for months, he finally found a place to bury his shattered figure. The men of the town appeared to be a little bit strange. They spoke in codes, moved in groups. Trading thing at night was something Foden was curious about.
The night exchange was enough reason for him to keep a suspicion mind.
What were the men into. Could they be run away exile? No! That can't be possible.
He got curious. He wanted to dig deep into the men suspicious movement. But, what exactly was his concern. He was a common local worker. His job should be his primary priority.
He should avoid creating a scene he might not live to tell. Foden decided to let the men be and turn a nonchalant eye to the concerning situation. It all began, during one cold afternoon.
The king of albion alongside his men bursted the little town. Albion attack strategy came sudden and unforeseen. The enemies never saw it coming.
Foden eye swelled out. He was extremely shock. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Although he smelled a rat but he ignored it negligently. He swallowed his saliva when he learnt the men were wanted rebels. His mouth were lengthened. It amass widely.
He had been dining and chilling with rebels. The king wasted no time. He gave out immediate order. The men head were to be chopped off their neck. Foden couldn't believe what happening. Was this how he would end his miserable life. He knew he had lived a meaningless life so far but the sour taste of death feels disgusting.
He had once went through the lane of suicide. He wished and tried to end it all but failed in all attempt. Reality spat right at his face. No matter how cruel and unfair life looks, just keep pushing. Beating the primary odd is the main goal. The king felt a flicker in his heart. Foden story was summarized yet touching.
Foden life was spared. He found favor in the king sight. The rebellious man were all beheaded by the sharp edge of the sword. None was spared. Foden had start a fresh life at the palace.
He became a top guard, winning the trust of the king in every possible way. Tracking Jay was just another assignment assigned to him.
Jay was just another prey he would be hunting. Jay moved fast, proceeding further in a hurry.
He walked cautiously. His divine ability of hearing even the most silent whisper from miles away makes him ahead of danger. He scaled down the stairs, keeping his toe in check while trying to avoid any alarming sound.
Finally he got to the underground basement. What a heavy metal! He thought. The padlock looks heavier than the entire building. Oh what a mess! His brain rebooted in sequence.
Not again! He had forgotten the key. How then would he open the basement. He shocked his head forward, cracking thing out of his brain.
A thudding step approaches, adding more salt to his wound. The step came closer towards the basement. Jay heart skipped. He wished and pray. How he wished the ground could cover him for some a minute or two. The slight shadow of the unknown shadow was annihilating his confidence. Who was that? Would he end up getting caught.