Must Read: Laraba (Werewolves,Vampires, Witches)

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: Laraba (Werewolves,Vampires, Witches)

The archers were on standby laying in bushwhack. Arrow and bows decorating their hands –ready to shoot at any living biont parading the area. The warriors also had brass-knuckles on their heads while their hands clenched tautly to spears and swords. The werewolves were not left out. Luciana had lectured them on the best place to do the bite on Ryan’s body. Even though it was cognisant to them their toxin could do less of a serious hurt or injury on him however, they believed it would do massive aid in weakening him and of course confused him to some point when the archers and the warriors would strike him.


Ryan chortled the instant he stepped his feet on Laraba. There was silence everywhere. An ear deafening silence permeated with death. Ryan knew death was smacking proudly but he couldn’t back out. Naturally he could have hit the nail on the head by compelling Regina to forget about her brother but Ryan knew that was totally inequitable. That would be unjust.


He believed he was the cause of Damien’s predicament—he was the one who compelled her sister in the first place to exit Locksley town and find solace in Laraba town.—Now that the young lad was on bobsleigh to trouble because of him, the best he could to do in remittance of his silly acts was to bring him back alive. He was in indebtedness to save him at all cost.


The first gawp Ryan took made him see the little chap that was undoubtedly Regina’s brother. The little lad was being tied to a large barrel while two heavy men carrying a heavy lour face continued to hit him restlessly. Both sides of the Damien were occupied with Alzarius and Luciana respectively. Their faces was bedizened with a wicked grin as they watched Ryan prowled down to where Damien was.


Ryan was aware that beneath the short distance to where Damien was, la!d a very weighty-fleshy danger. But he was determined to get to where the lad was and rescue him. He continued walking, taking an imminent strides defining how fearless he was.


He got to where Damien was being tied, and with a fleet stunts he launched two dropkicks on the men inflicting pain on Damien, they immediately slumped down like a wounded cow writing in pain. Then he quickly moved closer to them and in one instance he compelled them.
“Strike each other to death.” He said while the gullible soldiers immediately faced each other, removed a spear from and plunked it inside of them.
“Well done Ryan Jericho” Luciana voiced, accompanying her words with claps. “Two men down already and that’s brave of you.



But they are just a tip of an iceberg you know.” Let see how you handle all the remaining soldiers and also escape Alzarius’ spell the second time.” She said.


Her words prompted Ryan to look back—he wasn’t surprised to see gobs of men surrounding him with various weapons with faces that were masked with determination to capture him. Exactly what he expected.


He heaved a deep breath and said;
“I can see you are prepared for me?”
Luciana pranced towards. “Of course we are.


You should be a fool to know we are, and yet you did come” she riposted.


Ryan scoffed. “Alright then, let’s see who is a fool.”

Ryan released a tetchy nods with smirks, then swerved his face back to the archers and warriors. He intensified his stare on them for some nano-seconds. Everyone was oblivious of the feat he just pulled, not even Alzarius and Luciana could get an itty idea of what Ryan just did. It happened so fast that even a blink of an eye was slow- motion compared to it.


The next scene that played in front of Luciana and her sister was bloodcurdling.

Ryan had successfully mind-controlled the warriors and the archers in jiffy.

All the soldiers had now faced each other with their weapons and was ready to lynch themselves to death. Luciana’s face cuddled surprise as she watched what Ryan had just made all her soldiers to do. Her whole plan was collapsing. Her army had started attacking themselves with total brutality. The archers shooting at the warriors while the latters were slashing the formers with swords and spears in reckless cruelty. This angered Luciana the more as she lurched forward to where Damien was being tied and pounced on him then snagged to death, flesh to shreds—bones to pieces.



The grim aftermath of Luciana deed shook Ryan like an angry eructation. His eyes clasped in anger, as he watched Damien’s body on his own pool of blood. He was ready to end Luciana on the spot. He started transforming to attack Luciana—but alas! It was too late.



Ryan felt his feet being floated in the mid-air, defying gravity. He felt he was being controlled by magic. He realised definitely well it was Alzarius at work.



Then Alzarius brought out a bowie knife and threw a scowl at him.
“This is the end Ryan. Just give up.” She whiffed, brandishing the knife on his face
“With that?” He asked, citing the knife.



Alzarius took a glance at the knife. “Yes, with this.”

“And what made you so sure? You remembered you tried to kill me once but you failed and now I can’t even imagine how dump you are to bring this thing to threaten me.”

“That was my mistake but I soon learnt from that.” She turned her scowl to a smirk. “You see this knife?” She waved it on his face, and explained how the bowie knife had been fortified with magic and vervain to the point that just a cut will produce a stinging pain followed by an instantaneous death.



Ryan scoffed at her explanation. “But you won’t kill me. You wouldn’t want to do that.” He said dauntlessly.”
“And what stupid effrontery told you that? To me you are about to kiss the world goodbye.”


Ryan laughed irritably getting Alzarius and Luciana more peeved up. They had expected him to be frightened at the hearing of his death fast coming but here he was feeling riant like it was his birthday and not a death-day as supposed.

“Because if you do, you would lose Alza.” Ryan said.

FEW HOURS EARLIER

“Who are you?” Ryan compelled him.


Praying inwardly he had napped the right target. He couldn’t afford to pick the wrong person for the task ahead of him.
“I’m Alza, the son of the powerful witch, Alzarius,” The young chap squeaked like a rattlepated pet.


Ryan was happy. He looked at the chap standing in front of him and nodded smugly. He was now certain his plan was going to work out well. The chap bore a striking resemblance with his mother indeed—little wonder it was easier for him to identify him among hordes of chaps in Locksley town. He definitely knew how going to Laraba could be dangerous so Ryan had settled to stratify a subtle backup plan. The plan was to hold Alzarius’ son a hostage till he came back with Damien. However, now that Damien was dead, he would be using the plan to save his own life.



Ryan handed Alza a sword, and then resumed his compulsion. “Alza you’ll have to wait here for me to return back to you before the moon arises, but if eventually I couldn’t make it—you’ll strike yourself with this steel and you will die instantly.”


The young chap iterated the task he was compelled to do haplessly. He was aware the risk involving the knavish task but couldn’t decline it. That was the power of compulsion.


Feeling satisfied, Ryan strutted to Laraba to get Damien to face Luciana–and Alzarius.

BACK TO THE PRESENT TIME

“So can you now see reason I said you wouldn’t dare kill me?” Ryan asked in a somewhat razz tone. “If you kill me then you only have till moon rise to bid farewell to your son. Remember no spell, no magic could break a hybrid’s compulsion.”


Alzarius couldn’t reply as her face had instantly got sullen and lacking vitality, depicting a pitiful soul in dearth need of nutritive. Alza was her only son, the only child she bore and she wasn’t ready to lose him on a flippant ground. She remembered she had once promised him to always protect him, and now she wasn’t backing out.

“What are you waiting for witch? Stab me and finish the job?” Ryan said derisorily, still dangling in the mid-air.


Alzarius shook her head. That was enough response to tell she was slackening and ready to give up
“Don’t do this Alzarius! You need to end him now!” Luciana squabbled from behind her. “Remember a whole race is at risk here.


Think Alzarius, think. You can’t afford to put the whole werewolf kind at risk over a little boy safety. Just do this for me. Please.” She was now begging, but unfortunately Alzarius was unmoved.


Alzarius shook her head. “He is not just a boy Lucy. He is my son! My only child! We have to let go. Let go of this impossible effort of altering the future. It doesn’t worth it, a whole army has been lost already and I’m about to lose what stands as the most precious thing in my life. No I can’t do that. I can’t!!” Alzarius spieled. She had made a mistake of choosing her sister over a good person which was Ryan—she wouldn’t make the same gullible mistake of choosing her again over her only son.



Luciana’s face morphed into a scowl. “Then I’m so-rry.” She said as she struck Alzarius with a spear. The witch’s face contorted, eyes popped out accommodating the pain and impending death. The bowie knife she held afore fell down and immediately Luciana lurched forward to pick it up and grimaced evil.



“Time to die Ryan.” She muttered.