Incorrect Predictions

It was hard to see the center of dark blue, which seemed to be the nucleus of the splendor. He knew who it was without being told.

For the first time since he became a mage, he was wrong in his predictions. Maybe because he had let his own emotion cloud his judgment, but until now, he was sure that Ginika's brother was the child born with the power of Gini. He was still confused, though.

If the younger boy—the one born with the power of Gini—had died, who then is Ginika.

The book of prophecy never mentioned him. And since the taskmaster had succeeded in killing the child with the power, what then is the fate of the three kingdoms.

'Perhaps we would remain slaves forever.' Bola frowned and added pressure to his wounded side. 'What is the need to raise the hopes of the people when false prophecy has become the order of the day?' He placed his free hands on the tree behind him and stood.

The other day it was Pa Ike, who had announced to the people that they would have free corn from the master before the first moon, it had elevated the spirit of the people, but in the end, it was a false prophesy and had led to death.

Most people had consumed the little reserve they had, all because a man had seen wrongly.

Bola muttered irritably and stroked his jaw bone. His head was aching, but he was sure it would pass, at least for now.

Maybe this would serve as a lesson. He probably should return to the wood of knowledge and learn the wing mage dancer art.

From the light emanating from Ginika's body, he was able to get a glimpse of what was happening in the village.

The killing had stopped.

The taskmaster and his soldiers seemed pretty occupied in shooting down Ginika, who was still elevating into the sky. The boy was combining wind and water, and that's why he was able to rise into the sky.

That may also be the explanation of the blueish light that glittered his body.

Bola was not sure. Perhaps if he had paid enough attention to the master mage, he would have understood better about the complex subject of wing mage, which Ginika was making so simple.

'If only I can get to the villagers, I am sure I would take them out of here.' His legs wobbled as he staggered out of the forest.

Fear and awe still rooted the villagers to the ground, but he was sure he could help the people out of the village before the taskmaster could realize what was happening.

'But where are the other members of the circle?' He bit his lower lips and hid his body behind a palm tree.

He wasn't good at rescuing people, the last time he tried to rescue a teenage boy from being sexually harassed by one male taskmaster, had almost gotten him killed.

They had scourged him on a pole and had whipped the living daylight out of him.

The scar on Bola's back pulse as if in agreement to his testimony.

He just hoped that the other chief of the village were helping to evacuate the people. This wasn't a one man's job.

"Over here," Bola whispered to the man whose back was the only thing he could see.

At first, the man did not hear, but Bola picked up a stone and threw it.

The man held his neck with confusion and turned to acknowledge the source. His eyes widen when he saw Bola.

"Elder…"

"Shush," Bola placed his index finger on his lips and shushed. He signaled the man forward, and the slim man hurried behind the palm tree where Bola was.

They stooped, hoping the grass was high enough to shed them from the eyes of the taskmaster.

"Ahmed, how do we get to the others?" Bola asked, as he watched the blue light rays which had slit the grass and rested on the Ahmed's face.

He could smell the stench of sweat that was coming out from the man's body.

But despite the sanity of good grooming, only heavens could tell the joy in his heart for running into Ahmed.