Chapter 26: Opposite Locations

Troy was limping, but Azore was having a firm grip on Troy's right arm, determined to keep him from falling down. Troy was actually surprised that Azore has that strong of a grip when he looks slightly slim.

"I still can't believe your whole family was killed. But how were you still alive?" Troy asked, astonished.

"That very moment was the worst I have ever felt in my life." Azore successfully held back more tears but had that remorseful tone. "I managed to hide somewhere, but that place where hid; I could see my family getting slain by those people who killed them with swords."

"That must have been painful and sad for you to watch." Troy commented.

"Yeah." Azore sighed sadly. "That last night I saw my family alive, we and my brothers and sisters were standing by a bonfire outside. And when we vowed to never kill anyone, we all threw all of our family's weapons in the bonfire."

"But Azore. That means…" Troy looked and realized.

Azore nodded.

"If they didn't throw the weapons in the bonfire, my family would have had a chance in defending themselves." He said. "That doesn't mean that I didn't like the fact that we disarmed ourselves for life."

"But why are you wielding a sword right now?" Troy asked.

Azore looked in Troy's eyes with sadness and disappointment.

"I was so angry at my family's killers, so I seeked power. Revenge. And I forgot all about the vow me and my brothers and my sisters made, and I journeyed over to the Volcano of Aptitude and stole the Potion of-" Azore began.

"Mightiness." Troy finished Azore's sentence.

"That's right." Azore nodded. "I see you are familiar with the legends of me and my family?"

"Yep. Kentar and his messengers explained that all to me." Troy said.

"The legends are like I said, not very accurate okay?" Azore said, with his serious tone going on. "They only want it to fit the comfort of what humans believe in."

"I know that Azore." Troy muttered. "You already told me that, and I don't even need to hear that again."

"Great." Azore smiled. "At least you are one of the few people who believe in the impossible."

"So what are you going to do with your sword now?" Troy asked.

"I don't know." Azore sighed. "I must keep that vow that my brothers and sisters made, which I will always keep for the rest of my days."

"But if someone tries to kill you… will you kill them back?" Troy gulped.

"No." Azore shook his head. "But I will wound them just to stop them from attacking me."

"Well that's kinda smart." Troy nodded.

"So is this Kentar's castle?" Azore asked a few more minutes later.

"Yep." Troy said.

"Never saw anything this big in a long time." Azore muttered to himself as he crossed the drawbridge. Troy followed, of course, but some kind of force. Azore was walking actually very quickly.

The first people Azore saw were three Knight Guards. When the knights saw Azore, their jaws dropped wide, and they started to wield their swords when Troy held up a hand.

"It's okay. He is not here to harm anyone." Troy said.

"You sure?" One of the knights asked.

"Yes." Troy replied back.

"Very well then." The second knight nodded.

"You may pass through." The third knight said as all three of them unwielded their swords.

Troy breathed out a sigh of relief as Azore and he moved towards the throne room.

"Formidable protection eh?" Azore nodded. "Kentar is very careful."

"I think he always is." Troy nervously smiled.

As soon as they reached the throne room, where Kentar is standing up beside his throne and polishing it with gold colored wipe, he turned around and showed a shocked face.

"Troy? Are you alright?" he gasped.

"I'm alright." Troy chuckled. "And yes, if you seen what Azore looks like, here he is, standing right in front of you.

"Hello your Majesty." Azore bowed.

"Why, uh, hello Azore Zakat." Kentar was a bit surprised. "I didn't expect you by, judging by your face expressions and body language, that you'd have, a change of heart."

"I did your Majesty." Azore nodded politely. "And if it wouldn't be for Troy, things would have become more worse.

"Yep." Troy nodded.

"Well then." Kentar said, still astonished. "Troy, you'd better head over to the healing center to get that wound of yours, healed up."

"Will do that Kentar." Troy said before leaving.

"Now Azore, would you mind telling me, how Troy managed to find you and how you two worked things out?" Kentar asked Azore.

"Certainly Kentar." Azore nodded.

Since the wound Troy had been almost already dried up by his white blood cells, it was a bit more easier for Troy to walk on his own. When Troy walked up the grand staircase, he couldn't find the healing center anyway.

"Maybe Kentar's castle is formed differently than that of Konah's." Troy thought to himself.

Troy looked around some more, but he was also slightly embarrassed since while he was walking around with a limp and slightly bleeding arm, a lot of people stopped what they were doing, and turned to look at his arm.

"Uh…don't worry about me, I'm just finding the healing center." Troy nervously chuckled.

A bunch of people who Troy said that sentence to were about to tell him something, but Troy was in an embarrassment rush that he quickly hurried away from them.

"Whew. That's was a relief." Troy gulped as he turned backwards away from his 18th person who saw him when he bumped straight into someone.

"Whoa!" Troy gulped as he faced forward. Peroy was standing there, with a worried expression on his face.

"Are you okay Troy?" Peroy asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm okay Peroy." Troy chuckled nervously.

"You…are looking for the healing center?" Peroy asked.

"Yep." Troy nodded.

"Well, the thing is, the healing center is…" Peroy smiled as he pointed downwards. "Downstairs."

"Oh come on!" Troy exclaimed exasperatedly as he thanked Peroy and then heading back down the staircase.

"That teen is so used to Konah's castle huh?" Peroy muttered as he walked away.

Troy walked almost all over the place on the right side, since Konah's healing center was located on the right, but still, no sign of it. A few people tried pointing something out to Troy, but once again, Troy was in a big hurry.

"Man, where in the world is the healing center?" Troy sighed as he looked around. Nothing, around here in front of his sight by an elixir storage room and a library, but nothing related to healing.

Troy turned around, but then bumped straight into Phoebe.

"Whoa!" They both said in surprise at the exact same time.

"Phoebe?" Troy said in surprise.

"Troy?" Phoebe gasped. "Oh, uh…hi."

"Hi." Troy nervously stuttered back.

There was just a few more seconds of silence, similar to the duration that Troy and Peroy had, before finally, Phoebe was the first to break the silence.

"So…what happened to your arm?" Phoebe asked.

"Uh…nothing. Just a wound." Troy smiled.

"You sure?" Phoebe asked back.

"Of course Phoebe." Troy nervously smiled this time.

"You were looking for the healing center?" Phoebe asked Troy.

"Yeah." Troy replied back.

"Well…" Phoebe was covering her laughter. "The healing center is…" she began, as she pointing her finger to the left side of the castle. "That way."

"Oh come on!" Troy groaned as he walked away.

"Troy is so used to Konah's castle." Phoebe muttered, but smiled as Troy walked away towards the healing center on the left.

When Troy arrived in the left side of Kentar's castle, he could see what looked like to be a magic looking center over there, but there were yellow glows coming out.

"Surely that has to be the healing center." Troy sighed happily and went towards it. After he went towards it, what looked like to be a wizard wearing white doctor like clothes went outside and saw Troy.

"Hello there young fellow. What seems to be your problem?" the wizard said while looking at Troy's wounded arm.

"My arm is wounded, and I need to find the healing center please." Troy said, while patting his arm gently.

"Oh this is the lab for potions and alchemizing." The wizard said to Troy. Troy groaned a bit in reply.

"Not to worry." The wizard smiled. "Just walk a bit forward to your left and you will find it."

"Thanks." Troy sighed as he went exactly where the wizard in white doctor like clothing told him where to go. After just a few seconds of passing by rooms Troy didn't even see before, he was finally outside the door of the healing center, which looked very appropriate to be the place where people come and heal.

"Finally!" Troy breathed out another sigh of relief. Troy went inside and there were two healers to greet him.

"You are Troy, am I correct?" one of the healers asked.

"Yep." Troy nodded.

The two healers escorted Troy by both arms to a bed that looked like it was glowing yellow. The healers set down Troy carefully on the bed, and as soon as Troy was on the bed, he felt a soothing relief to his back.

"Ahhhhh!" Troy always would say when something relaxing as that happened.

The healers shot more of those relaxing looking yellow beams at Troy's arm, and the wound started closing and thanks to that healer beam magic, it gave a more faster signal to the white blood cells.

(8 MINUTES LATER)

"Thanks for the healing Haley." Troy said to the lead healer on his way out.

"No problem Troy. Just stop by again if you are hurt somewhere, physically that is!" Haley laughed.

"But if I get hurt emotionally, where do I go?" Troy asked.

"There is a potion lab next door, you probably seen those wizards who wear white coats right?" Haley asked.

"Yeah, I stopped by them for directions on where the healing center is." Troy replied back.

"Some wizards there are good with not only magic, but psychic powers as well. I'm sure they can be able to help you." Haley explained.

"Well, thanks again!" Troy nodded. "I will keep that in mind."

After Troy exited the healing center, he decided to go exactly where he thought he should go the potion lab. When he entered the lab, he could already see a white table in the center, and there were white cabinets and drawers all over the place in the walls, but on the left corner of the lab, there was another door.

"Maybe I should go talk to someone." Troy thought.

Troy opened that door next to the corner of the lab, but to his surprise, there was a white clothed wizard exiting that door as well!

"AH!" Troy exclaimed in surprise.

The wizard however smiled, and didn't look scared.

"Hello Troy. Anything I can do for you?" the wizard asked.

"Well, yes, you see here, there is something I think you can help me with…" Troy began.

(14 MINUTES LATER)

"Thanks again!" Troy said as he walked back outside the lab.

"It's no problem. Next time you have any mental problems, stop by!" The Wizard said.

"Yeah." Troy agreed.

Troy took a few more minutes to find Azore in Kentar's castle, but he finally found him, outside in the back of the castle, where he was… talking to what looked like to be the referee of Royal Forest Flags!

"Hey Azore!" Troy said.

Azore turned around and smiled.

"Hey Troy. I was just asking about this game… and I am thinking of taking part in this!"

"Yep. And how about you Troy?" The referee asked.

Troy thought for a moment and nodded.

"Yeah!" Troy said excitedly. "I think I could play a little bit of Royal Forest Flags too!"

"Don't get too competitive though!" Azore laughed.

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