The Nefaliem's Duty (Ordinal Novella, 1) by Kelvia-Lee Johnson Read Free Book Online

chalky. Then I notice
blue blood pools out from his scales. I regard the sight in horror.
There is very few things in this universe that can harm us and I
fear the one thing that can is in the hands of our enemy. I hear
the sound of footsteps heading towards me and I take note of the
figure. He’s dressed in black armour and his features are concealed
behind a black face plate much like our own but I notice he’s
uniform isn’t that of scales. It’s something different. “Who are
you?” I ask.
    The man doesn’t
say anything instead, he attacks. I leap out of the way and avoid
being burnt by a green angry flame. There’s energy radiating from
his fingertips in green waves. He has power something which is
beyond dangerous as I know for a fact—this man is here to cause
severe damage. I regard the royal family and call, “Run!”
    I notice the
stranger observes the prince and the king carefully before he
begins throwing green flames at them. I flip to my feet and kick,
feeling the power of my energy flowing through my leg and out my
feet, green fire erupts. The man back flips away and sweeps sending
flames towards me and I butterfly flip over the flame and stand on
my feet. He regards me for a moment and I stand with my hands out
ready to fight. I hear Volvomich climb to his feet, no doubt, he’s
regained consciousness. I don’t need to look over my shoulder to
know where he is, I can feel his presence behind me. Not too close
but close enough to help me keep this man away from the king and
prince of this planet.
    Behind the man
in black there is several more men dressed in different attire.
Several wore blue Nefaliem robes, others wore Spartan red and gold
peplos and chlamys, while others wore Babylonian attire. This group
appears to be diverse and to my surprise on the same side. What
has caused this?
    “That would be
the Dark Cartel.” Vovlomich announces.
    “What’s that?”
I ask. A man dressed in all red, steps forward. With dark hair and
golden-red eyes almost bronze he smiles a smirk that is set alight
by the moon revealing the planes and curves of his features.
    “The Dark
Cartel, is what the United Council would consider, politically and
morally incorrect.” the man announces.
    “And who are
you?” I demand.
    “Why little
Nefaliem, I’m known as General Taheal.” the man declares, slowly
twisting his arms behind his back and threading his fingers
together as if he were having an ordinary conversation with a
friend. “Why don’t we work together? Hmm?” His brow raises a little
and I subconsciously squeeze my fists a little tighter.
    “Not a chance.”
I remark. “The Dark Cartel and the United Council are sworn
enemies. There’s no way I’d help you let alone work with you.”
    He sighs,
“That’s a shame. I figured a child from the all-powerful Nindo clan
would understand but given your words. I’m made clear of where you
stand.” His eyes are dark and sharp. “Kill them both.”
    Volvomich
appears in front of me. I notice he didn’t use his warp majic like
some would, instead, he used his super speed. He stands ready in
front of me to fight and I regard him stunned, “What are you
doing?” I demand, “I can take care of myself.”
    “They’re after
their highness’s. Stop them!” he declares and throws a fist, but I
notice it isn’t just a punch instead, his energy moulds into
something different—it’s like a projectile was shot from his
fingertips big enough to wipe out all seven men in one move. Some
stay down others crawl to their feet. “Go now! Remember your
mission. Protect the royal family!” he barks. I nod and take off
after the king and his son. I hear several explosions. I hear
Volvomich fighting the men, both physically and with the power of
our energetic majic.
    I run through
the forest, feeling my eyes sharpen in the darkness. Feeling my
nose tingle before the scent of their majesties are at the tip.
Just as I catch their trail I feel something slam into