The Heir Of Wilberforce

Introduction

If your interest is mainly on an excellent plot line and a lot of enticing foreshadowings, then follow me. I'm sure, you won't be disappointed.

However, be informed, that the story has not yet been professionally edited, hence it's only natural to find some grammatical errors inside.

Copyright

This is my work, and hence any part of it, shouldn't be used in any form, without my explicit approval.

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any person living or dead, and to any event, is purely a coincidence.

Thank you for choosing to give my book a go.

Also the name 'Belligee' refers to a specific type of warriors. By the way the system uses seven worlds simultaneously. Most details are explained in the earlier chapters.

I hope you enjoy.

Prologue

Second World

The year 152 After Amri (A.A)

The sound of gallops rang in the air, as three riders sped in the thick mist surrounding the hills and valleys of the forest across the endless misty mountains. These mountains extended as far as the eyes could see and had been as old as the Seven Worlds.

The horses trotted upon the coiling grasses surrounding the little ground not occupied by the roots of the huge several-meter long trees. And the mist made everything blurry, further making the tortuous paths even more difficult. But, still the determination and speed of these Riders wasn't dulled in the slightest. 
  
Even if their robes had different colors when new, now all that was left was grey tattered robes on dusty horses. The face masks wore by all of them further assisted the mist in hiding most of their faces, such that the only parts visible were their dry lips and their eyes.

The rider by the right galloped few meters behind the rest, as he observed the misty mountain on their backs over his shoulders. After few seconds, he shook his head and continued forward. It seemed his horse wasn't used to being left behind as it neighed, and ran with the sturdy figure of the Belligee on it even faster. Seemingly determined to catch up with the rest.

As the horse catch up, the sturdy Belligee on it looked at the middle rider, "they are close milord!" He said, "They'll likely catch up in a couple of hours."

As he waited to hear a response, a hundred-meter long python coiled and hid itself in the darkness of the mist. And waited behind the giant trees at one of the turning points. It waited since the time these three had entered the mountain range, hoping to quench its hunger by swallowing all the three Riders as they pass. But as they approached, its small heinous green eyes traverse through the mist and met the eyes of the rider on the right.

Suddenly the snake started to shake violently, as its eyes met a glow from the greenish-brown eyes of this rider. Its body suddenly became paralysed and it fell unconscious with blood oozing from all its apertures. As this three reached the position of the semi-dead snake, the darkness reflected in the eyes of the rider on the right, and they glowed like a cat's would in the middle of the night. Apparently whenever he passed through the darker parts of the mist, his eyes did the same.

As they passed this area, they seemed to found themselves in a cul-de-sac; a mountain as high as the heavens and apparently as deep as the earths, seemed to cut off their way forward completely. But that didn't slow them down a second. It only made the rider by the left to increase his speed and rode a few meters ahead of his companions.

As his one-meter physique became closer to colliding with the foot of the mountain obstructing their path, his eyes shone in the mist, and displayed sword-shaped iris in both eyes. And the wrath behind this eyes collide with the mountain; instantly obliterating it completely from existence.