The Seek

The Origins
Prologue

1 Wizards and Sorcerers
Chapter 01 Testimony
Chapter 02 Deception
Chapter 03 The winning choice
Chapter 04 Seek hunters: Part 1
Chapter 05 The golden room
Chapter 06 Scheming
Chapter 07 Match of the souls
Chapter 08 The Statadium
Chapter 09 To the Sorcerers’ den
Chapter 10 Protesters
Chapter 11 Presidential Mayhem
Chapter 12 The Seek
Chapter 13 On the run again
Chapter 14 Transportation

2 Siege
Chapter 15 In the tunnel
Chapter 16 Stranded
Chapter 17 The Wizarding essence
Chapter 18 Conversations
Chapter 19 Tracking the Wizards
Chapter 20 Seeking
Chapter 21 The passageway

3 Reunion
Chapter 22 The city of Davalon
Chapter 23 The Surveillance Tower
Chapter 24 Inside the fluid
Chapter 25 Seek hunters: Part 2
Chapter 26 Getting in
Chapter 27 Reunion
Chapter 28 Demetri Viosant
Chapter 29 Confrontation
Chapter 30 Demise
Chapter 31 Revelation

“What was that?” Seaon asked, and I could feel the tension in her speech.
“I dunno.” I said, and glanced at the driver. He seemed not to be seeing anything.
“It was nothing.” I reassured Seaon. I didn’t exactly sound convincing.
“It was something.” Seaon said, pushing me back and peering out of the right window.
“What are you guys talking about?” The driver asked us, his annoyance very pronounced in his voice. “What thing? There’s nothing out there except for those damnable cars, in case you haven’t noticed.”
We both ignored him and rolled down the window. I stuck my head out. There was nothing indeed, nothing but accelerating vehicles. I turned my head to the other side, and there was nothing there either.
“Nothing.” I told Seaon, and for a moment, she seemed relieved. “Really. I looked everywhere, but...” My last sentence was drowned by Seaon’s screaming. I turned back, and a skeletal figure, at least seven feet long, was gliding with us, its mangled hand grabbing my shoulder. I screamed, too, as I saw its face and surface; there were no eyes in the sockets, and the skin was rotting, empty in some parts.
“The window!” Seaon screamed. “Roll up the window!” I lunged for the side of the taxi, to press the button that would close the window, but the creature seemed to understand English. It pushed itself into the back seat, and inclined its head toward me. Its glistening teeth were visible as it opened its mouth to consume me, there and then.
The window was half shut, and the creature had almost pushed its whole body in when the blade of the glass of the window cut through its midsection. It let out a sound, a wail that threatened to make my ears explode. The window closed over its stomach, severing it in two equal pieces. The top half of the thing fell into the taxi; the bottom half fell back outside, and I could hear it hit another car.
“What was that show all about?” Seaon yelled, and I pulled out the Machete-Statadium. In one, fluent motion I had cut the creature’s head open, spilling hundreds of worms and beetles in. The creature slumped down, let go of my shoulder and dissolved into thin air.