Hey guys, so I'm back with another chapter. I know, this chapter is coming out a bit later than the others did, but I had nothing to do a few days ago so I wrote both chapter 1 & 2 at the same time.
But anyways, let's get on with the chapter!
Corvan
"Sir, could put your seat up fully please, we're about to land" A flight attendant instructs, waking me from my sleep.
"Sure" I reply groggily and she nods appreciatively as I pull the lever to the side of the chair, pushing the seat into its original position.
"How long was I sleeping for?" I ask, nudging Lucas slightly and he just shrugs his shoulders, I guess he was sleeping too. Shortly after this, the plane starts to land, and I look out the window to get a view of New Delhi.
It's a massive city, sprawling city, with people everywhere. From here, I can only just see the people. Everyone seems to have a purpose, everyone seems to be going somewhere. But it's not the people or the city that we're here for, it's the Garde.
Half an hour later and we're not only off the plane, but we've gotten out of the airport itself. The airport was large but was still packed to the brim with people. People coming out of the country and going in, completely unaware of the threat that could be anywhere or everywhere. The Mogs.
"Where to now?" I ask Lucas and he looks out onto the bustling New Delhi street before he looks at me.
"We should catch a cab to the edge of the city, from there we can get a car and make our way to the Himalayas" he affirms and I just nod, not really knowing how we'll find the Garde.
Lucas sticks his hand out in front of the road and a faded yellow taxi slows to a stop in front of us, the driver beaconing us into the vehicle. We put our two bags into the trunk of the taxi and get into the car. Lucas gets into the passenger seat at the front of the car and says something to the driver before we speed off into the traffic.
The driver weaves in and out of the traffic, narrowly avoiding the other cars on the road. I sink down into the worn down seat and try to get comfortable, but the constant swerving stops prevents any form of comfort. After an hour of reckless, nerve-racking driving, the taxi stops and the driver silently signals for us to get out.
We grab our stuff from the trunk of the car and Lucas pays the driver before he speeds off. We packed fairly lightly, with just my Chest and some clothes in two backpacks, so getting around shouldn't be too much of a problem. After I shoulder my backpack, I take a quick moment to look around. We're on the very edge of the city and all that's here are a few abandoned warehouses, a couple of them with some kind of faded symbol on them.
"Where to next?" I ask Lucas. "The mountain ranges are just in sight, so I say we should find a car and head up there" he replies promptly, apparently he has more of a plan then I do right now.
We walk around on the streets for a few minutes before I pipe up, "maybe we should look in one of the warehouses?" I suggest Lucas slowly nodding along to my idea, "that seems like it could work" he affirms and we walk over to the warehouse with the faded symbol on it.
Lucas walks up to the massive rusted metal doors and tries to slide it to the side but it doesn't budge. "It's locked" he says, cursing under his breath.
Hearing this, I walk over to the door, gently nudging Lucas to the side and I place my hands on the door, grinning slightly. I get a grip of one of the large metal handles that runs vertically across the door and I yank it to the side, my super strength making short work of the lock. As soon as I open the door, I'm immediately on edge. New looking covered vans and trucks are packed into the warehouse with guns leaning against the sides of the vehicles.
"I think we should go" I murmur to Lucas but before he can reply, the doors are slammed shut and men come pouring out of the vehicles, grabbing guns before they stream out into a large open area in the middle of the warehouse.
"I think we just got a little bit lost" Lucas says to the men before starting for the exit. Before he can get to the closed doors however, he's blocked by two soldiers carrying machine guns.
"Not so fast" a man says with a thick accent before emerging from the crowd. The man is dressed in some kind of army general uniform. He's almost as tall as me and has thick beard covering most of his face and a red beret covers his hair.
"Thought you would be leaving here alive?" the general says and I shift slightly, preparing for my first real fight, Lucas meanwhile just gives him a quizzical look.
The man draws a sword out of its hilt dramatically and I ruffle through my backpack, looking for my dagger and pole. I finally get my hands on them and I grab them out of my backpack, extending the small pole into its greatsword form and the general is taken aback slightly but grins confidently.
"If you manage to beat me in a dual" he starts, the grin still on his face, "then you may leave, but should you lose, you will be sentenced to death in the name of Vishnu" he finishes and hushed tones run through the crowd.
"I accept" I reply, giving Lucas a confident look before stepping forward to face my opponent. This should be easy I think to myself, but I can't help but feel slightly nervous, our lives are possibly at stake here.
I hold my greatsword in my right hand and my dagger in my left hand, steeling myself for the dual ahead. The general rushes me, sword raised high, but I easily block his attack with my dagger and slice at his torso. He manages to just roll away from my slice, but I follow it up with a few quick swings of my dagger, each of them making thin but nasty cuts into his flesh.
The general reels back in pain and I grin. This is going to be easier than I expected. Channeling my pyrokinesis into both my dagger and my greatsword, I set them on fire. The general looks terrified at this and he backs off slightly, considering his next move.
Before I can make my next attack however, the general surrenders "victory is yours" he announces, sheathing his sword back into its scabbard.
"You don't even want to try?" I ask, not really confused as to why he surrendered. Any person walking towards you with a flaming sword would be intimidating, let alone someone as tall and muscular as I am.
"It's clear that you are all powerful like our Lord Vishnu" he replies and I look at him, completely confused at this point.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I question and this time, he gives me and slightly confused look. "You're here for Lord Vishnu are you not?" he asks and I shake my head before Lucas finally steps forward.
"Vishnu is the one in the Himalayas, correct?" Lucas asks and it all starts to connect, who else would they be talking about?
"He is, and we protect and serve him" he states and Lucas slowly starts to nod, wanting the general to continue.
"I am Commander Grahish Sharma, the commander of the Vishnu Nationalist Eight, if it is Vishnu you're looking for, we can take him to you" he continues promptly and holds out his hand. I sheath my greatsword into the scabbard I made for it back in New York and sheathe my knife to my side, still slightly cautious of Sharma. Lucas however isn't suspicious of Sharma and he shakes his hand, probably glad to have a way to the other Garde.
"I'm Lucas, this is Corvan" Lucas says, pointing to me and Sharma holds out his hand to me. I shake his hand adamantly, still not entirely trusting of him. A minute ago he was swinging a sword at me, I think my suspicion is perfectly justified.
"Shall we get going then?" Sharma asks, looking down at the wounds I gave him during the dual. He's still bleeding but he'll be fine. He might need another uniform though.
It takes a few hours to get to the Himalayas, but the drive was definitely worth it. As I step out of the covered van I take a deep breath of the fresh mountain air and take a second to admire the view before Sharma starts up a well-worn path up the mountain. I quickly follow behind him and Lucas and soon the path is surrounded by a thick forest, making the trek infinitely more difficult.
"How far does the path go up?" I Sharma curiously, he really isn't all that bad after all. Not just because he's helping us to find the Garde, he's pretty nice too.
"We've still got another hour or so of walking to go" he replies over his shoulder and I groan slightly, not because the trek is hard or anything, it's just that I'm so anxious to finally meet the Garde. Unlike Lucas, I don't remember what the Garde on Lorien were like and I want to test my strength against him.
We come to a point in the track where it essentially becomes a vertical climb, the only way of getting up is by hoisting yourself up onto the trees that dot the mountainside. While Lucas and Sharma start to climb up the trees, I grin and simply teleport onto them, taunting Lucas by teleporting above him and looking down as if to check his process.
"Take your time why don't you" I shout down to Lucas with a huge grin on my face and he looks up at me, "Look at me, I'm Corvan, I can teleport" he shouts back sarcastically but I just laugh and continue up the trees.
Soon, the ground starts to flatten out and the path is almost completely horizontal. Lucas comes up the mountainside soon after I do, followed by Sharma. Lucas may not be a Garde, but he's still naturally stronger than most humans.
"We're almost at Vishnu" Sharma says with a smile and I start to feel the excitement building up in my stomach. After a few more minutes of silent walking, we reach a clearing with a deep blue lake in the center of it.
I look around the area for a few seconds before a tall, tanned boy steps forward "I am Number Eight, welcome to my home"
So that was chapter 3, like I said, some actual things happened this chapter and things should start to heat up soon.
I have some tests coming up soon so I probably won't be able to update for about a week or so, but after that, I'll hopefully be twice a week or so.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed chapter 3! Until next chapter, bye!