Book 4 | Agent 34 and the Last Gem

Chapter 59 | Breaking the Ball

The Rebellion's army has grown a lot in the past few months. During the Battle of the Second Army, most of the dragons left fled to the Zena and helped the soldiers fight against Braunick's forces. In the end, the dragons ultimately perished from the evil ruler. The Ar'guals joined the Zena's forces as well and aided them in the battle but managed to escape before Braunick could seal their fate as well. Now, the Rebellion had the forces of what was left of the Zena, the Ar'guals, and now the werewolves. However, the size of their army was nothing compared to their opponent's.

Braunick had the forces of his skeletons and veroms. No one truly knew how he got his skeleton army, but everyone knew he got them quickly. The past few skeletons that the Zena had encountered were very, very powerful. All of the skeletons came to the Rebellion for a purpose and once they accomplished it, they left back to Braunick. One came for Agent 34, which it didn't get, and the other came and stole their precious Calvin from them.

But why would Braunick need someone like Calvin? The only unique thing about him was the fact that his skin had turned to the same shade as the Storm of Dark Energy. His same, bold personality had never changed and his intentions remained the same. He was of no use to Braunick. At least, no use that the Zena knew of.

After all of these previous grueling, stomach churning events, the Zena lived. It lived on in the form of spirit and a new force: The Rebellion. The Zena was unable to prevail. The Rebellion, however, will change this. It's sore and tired men had been working hard to take down Braunick and their effort would prevail.

They would make it to Lord Braunick's floating island in the middle of the day tomorrow.

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Calvin sat up in his cell, leaning against the wall. He scratched his finger against the stone brick in the wall, sending shivers down his back. His dry, cracked lips ached for the water that he had not been given since breakfast four hours ago. Calvin was still confused as to why he was being locked up still when Braunick had full control of him physically. He could do nothing to stop him and break free, the king would prevent this. The grey human had attempted to escape a few times, but his muscles had always stiffened when his feet tried to move in the opposite direction of Braunick. Whatever spell Braunick had placed on him worked exceptionally well.

He had Black Magic flowing through his veins. The greyness on his body had dulled over the past few weeks of enduring the torture that was being the king's prisoner. Calvin had been training in the magic, but he still didn't know why Braunick needed him. He assumed it was just for extra protection, but that still seemed useless due to the fact that that man could kill a normal human with the swift snap of his fingers. There was something that Braunick was hiding.

Calvin had tried to escape physically but never mentally. What he didn't understand was that Braunick had a grasp on his mentality, sending messages to his mind to tell his body to not allow him to do certain actions–like escaping. If Calvin could somehow find the spell linking their two minds, he could break it and break free away from the king.

Calvin was strong enough in Black Magic to attempt such a fleet, it is just whether or not he would succeed. The human stood up, using his grey muscles to steady himself against the wall. He closed his eyes, closing his fingers into a fist and standing as stiff as he could. He silently scanned around his mind for a spell or a curse that seemed to have a grasp on him. He didn't know exactly what it was and that didn't help him at all in knowing what to look for.

After searching for a bit, he noticed something. His mind seemed to be encased in a black ball, his memories scrunched together tightly. It was a cage, wrapped around his mindset and trapped it in Braunick's grip. This was the spell he had put in him and it was what had trapped him for the past few weeks.

Calvin readied himself and began to use his training in Black Magic that Braunick had provided him. He muttered the words slowly and quietly, focusing all of his strength on this very spell.

His mind staggered, the black ball getting a few cracks sent through it. Calvin muttered the spell again, feeling his energy weaken. He took a gasp for breath as it all disappeared from him at once, the spell around Calvin shattering. The ball broke into a thousand pieces, falling out of his mind and into the vast emptiness and nothing: the bridge between mentally and physicality.

Calvin stepped forwards, nearly tripping as he did. He felt different, he felt free. He had broken his connection to Braunick and was now free to do as he pleased. He held his grey, cracked palms in front of his watery eyes and glanced at them front and back. The power of Black Magic flowed through him and he didn't know if it was a good thing. Black Magic was constructed from pure evil, yet that wasn't Calvin. At least not yet.