Korah: Heir of Gnamalea

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The figure stood and approached her – only a meter away from her, she could see the tone of colour to his skin. His olive complexion and peeking midnight hair came visible to her. She could see the undeniable resemblance to them both, although his plum-coloured irises had been a shroud to his mortality. Korah grew hatred for him; with his confession to their relation, she could never feel away a daughter would feel for her father. A father was compassionate and endearing to his children, but it seemed they never got the best luck with a loving family like most people she'd met. Not like Tafiti as a loving mother to Eden and Alistair. That's what she'd most envied with her time there. With only her own mother to look after her and her brother, they never could have that feeling of stability in the house–no man to fight for his small children and wife. Instead, Korah was left with this pretentious coward in front of her. Korah remembered the story Tafiti had mentioned about her parents leaving Wêlwyn. Norrix Tapênze.

    "I don't intend to stand around all day waiting for pleasantries. I'd rather kill you..." Norrix looked over Korah's shoulder to the four standing in shock. William didn't look surprised; maybe he knew about the King being his father. The King wouldn't've had the patience to keep it a secret for those years he'd been kept in those rotten cages.

    "I'm surprised, Khoal. Only to be reunited with your son, and yet you can't bring yourself to tell him". Korah turned to look over at the man she assumed was Khoal. The man she'd patronised in the vacant cell block. Marcus looked over to the man with his eyebrows furrowed together. The man opposite to him was the man he'd been missing almost his whole life–the man whom his family believed to be dead.  Marcus' father looked up at his son with a short smile. Marcus' eyes were wide but had the same small smile. The resemblance was almost impeccable, the two showing their most popular features, they were so different, but it was unequivocal that they were father and son.

Norrix scoffed, like he was bored. Without another word he fuels his power through his hands, it radiated from the distance they shared. The sudden scream from Khoal was blood-curdling; it made Korah's blood boil with anger. The man in front of her was hurting the man that Marcus had been longing to find. Just as he did to her and William. Suppose she didn't do something now. Marcus' life would fall apart, and to feel that clairaudient pain would break her heart.

    As she allowed that hurt and anger to rise to the surface, she bought the power she held to her fingertips. Pouring all of it out to her chest, she extended her arm to release her fierce energy towards Norrix–knocking him back a few meters from her. As she walked closer to him, she felt rage fill her entire being. Warmth spread down her spine, leading the power to circulate through her body, making her airborne. Her feet left the ground, and the remaining light in the room disappeared—dark clouds covering the sky. A loud rumble of thunder flashed outside the building. Windows shattered, and wind surrounded them like a tornado. Using the size of the room, she was at least 50 feet in the air. She hadn't felt this before, but it could be enough to cause him to crumble under her.

Norrix looked at her, his eyes fluorescent with wrath. He didn't keep his feet on the ground; instead, he pounced at her. Though he couldn't touch her, she manifests a shield like a blanket over her skin. He was forced away from her, but he was still airborne. A glow of purple surrounded him – the mix of blue and purple mist covered the room. Leaving them in a cloud of their own power.

                            MARCUS

Korah disappeared under the thick cloud above him. He was still in shock. The man who he had believed to be dead was standing next to him and very much alive. His mousy brown hair sat thin on his head–but his beard thick and coarse. His blue eyes weren't as bright as what his mother had described. The man looked back at him and gave the same short smile.