Cohen of the Rebellion

Chapter 7 - Short Journey to DC: Overture

“Ancient winds, carry my heart, fly!” Chanted the spell, Flynn flied into the air.

“Wrath of fire, I summon you, attack!” Spark came out of Carey’s fingertip, flame was getting bigger towards us…

“Shit… No!!! We’re not ready!” Jack ran away screaming.

“I’m coming!” Wilder rushed towards them and swung his big wooden sword to the fireball, “Rager chop!”

Marfa shot an unaimed arrow to Flynn, then laid a water shield around him.

Fireball incoming…

Couldn’t run away, and unable to fight back, I had no choice. I shielded myself with… Moya.

Apologize Moya… He’s obviously trying to fight it by using his sword, like Wilder.

BOOM! The fireball was destroyed by Wilder’s ranger chop. But the surrounding sparks lit up his hair and clothes.

Jack ran away for good, got tied up by Flynn’s wind boundage.

“Boss, why?” Moya turned and asked, his face got darkly smoked, “I could have gotten that fireball like Wilder…”

“Err… don’t you think protecting your boss is a bit more important?”

“Shit… Wilder, your outfit! Anything to change?” Poor Marfa who got tied up and lied on the ground said. Flynn did this.

“Haha, you are no biggie… right sister?” That evil Carey again!

“Don’t act surprise, this is the spell I learned today. Impressed?” Flynn walked off and said softly, “That was the first time!”

“You two did it again!!!” Bold Wilder looked very energetic, “for once, warn us before you do your trial! My clothes!”

“Well, if we told you then, can you avoid it?” Carey said, “couple of holes that’s all.”

“Right… Cohen,” Carey asked while healing Moya’s face, “Why did you come so late today?”

“Oh, about that, I was talking with my family.” I looked at Moya’s face slowly to recover, with great curiosity, “Tomorrow is my 12th birthday, I’d like to invite you to my party!”

“Oh my! Boss’ birthday!” Jack looked excited, “Would it be fun, boss?”

“I guess. I would like to show you all to my parents and brothers, no other guests.”

“What? To see the viceroy? Flynn can I have your red dress?”

“OK, then I’ll dress the blue one. I have hair band, red and blue for us as well.”

Wilder cried and looked at the sisters who were talking about their dress, “Boss! How about us. I don’t have any spare clothes.”

I looked at the holes on him, “Don’t worry, I’ve had the clothes store to make robes for each and everyone of you. They are of the same style!”

“Are you? Really?”

“Yeah! In fact, we are going to fetch them now.”

“Then let’s hurry! Boss, I feel like losing something when other girls see through my holes.”

“Don’t worry, Wilder, you can charge them!”

“Marfa is spoiled by money…”

“Let’s mess him up!”

“Alright stop! Take Flynn and Carey with us!”

…

Seven kids walked out from the clothing store.

“Sister look at them, feeling good with their new clothes!”

“Hey lady Carey, it’s new alright!” Marfa looked a bit cocky.

“Hmmm, Cohen, Wilder and Moya looked fine. You and Jack...ewwwwwwww!!!” Carey twitched her mouth, “You guys should have eaten more.”

“Hey!!! Carey! Leave me out of this! Said Jack, “You and your fireball did this!”

“Sister, let’s stop talking. Time to go back.”

“OK, wow look! A lot of people are down there!”

“Indeed, let’s take a look!”

Under the tall and big gate of the Darkmoon city, I was shocked for the first time in my tiny life!

Endless flow of people were pouring into the city, men and women, olds and youngs. Everybody looked tired and sick. Their body were full of dirty, some of them were with wound. Those strong ones were struggled to the square down the city, weak ones sat down at the gate’s wall.

“Hey dude, what’s going on?” I asked an orc who’s half lying on the ground.

“Water… I need water…” The orc said, his face looked pale and eyes dull.

“Jack! Fetch me some water.” Carey shouted at Jack before I could say something.

“War… war…” Wetting his cracked lips, the orc said gravely, “Rivalz and Porta, war…”

“We are from Porta. Days ago, Rivalzian troops attacked my village… all people ran away… but on our way here, the landlords wouldn’t let us into the city… said they can’t protect us commoners. The temple… they wouldn’t offer any help… not even a blessing spell for us…”

“We had no choice, we have to ran across the border… some of us died of hunger… exhaustion… sickness… bodies became marks for the following people… my wife… my child! My child he was too young to eat barks… all I had was dirt! He ate dirt and his belly winded up like a ball… I didn’t even had the strength to bury him! God! Why! I am such a devoted man! Why I have to suffer!

I, Cohen Kheda, I am 12!

Hearing this, we were astonished…

“Boss, can I have some money?” Moya said murmured, “Some people can’t hold it…”

I fasten my pocket and gave all my money to him. I felt choked. Tears were filled in my eyes…

“Sister, come here! That woman is in pain!”

“Right! Marfa, get me a big pot!”

“Wilder, go get some food from the rice shop!”

“Moya, get your clothes for this kid.”

“Carey, go find grandpa, only he knows how to heal such a wound.

…

When I carried a pile of firewood half naked, I saw my father, Visual Kheda. He was not showing any everyday smell, and seeing me and the firewood in my hands, he said nothing but nodded to me…

More people were pouring into the city, and by sunset, every empty space was full. All people who lived in Darkmoon came to help with food, clothes, medicine… Darkmoon city was doing its best to help for those homeless people.

When the stars were looking at this city, the seven of us had already fallen asleep…

Under the wall, accompanied the refugee, and showered by the first beam of morning sunlight, I, Cohen Kheda was 12!

...Saint Calendar

June 2227

The June War burst out between Rivalz and Porta.

It was originated by an incident which a princess of Porta was harassed by a Rivalzian princess, who was carrying his diplomatic duty.

During four months of war, both empires had wins and loses.

By the same year, war ended with Rivalz’s apologize.

Since the damage of this war was minor, they made peace by marrying Porta’s princess to the Rivalzian second princess…

The marriage was well blessed and with happiness…

Peace Chronicle