All Chapters of GRAY EYES: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As I suspect, two Neem warriors appear from the dark woods running towards us in their very distinct golden amour, they are coming to our rescue.As they get to where we stand, they unveil their faces and hood."Zebedee!" I yelp in excitement and relief and literally jump on my bully of a brother!The other one is Micah, he passed his test and got into the golden army a year ago. He is a total Neem warrior now although he was once amongst us as a trainee.The most significant thing about him is that he is the most notorious and hard headed of us all, causing a lot of fights and quarrels amongst our brotherhood. We got a lot of punishments because of his notoriety but worst of all, he has a thing for my Karen."Come here chicken..."Zebedee grabs me in a bear hug to my surprise, he yanks me up, squeezing me tight into his large body mass and laughing out loud as I struggle not to

“Izkhar med infect um” I hear it say in an incoherent voice before it’s muscles and bones start creaking again unconsistantly as another transfiguration ensues.It growls and growls in pain as this transformation proceeds until it is the voice of a cranky old woman that we hear and the rough red body fades out to become the flesh of an old woman.She falls on the ground naked and unconscious before me and for minutes straight no living soul made a single sound, not a cheer from the Amorites, not a word from my brothers including the notorious Micah.The eyes of the whole world is on me.My eyes stop glowing and I begin to feel tired, weak and a little dizzy for a moment but I keep standing tall, looking brave but deep inside I am scared that this being will come back and eat my flesh, or that these Amorites will finally eat me as I did not fight Grygnev or defeat it.

*****This chapter possesses mature contents involving hardcore explicit scenes so please user discretion is advised.You can skip to the next chapter if you are uncomfortable with it....   ???******************She is naked!The flame torch positioned firmly on a stand in the large tent makes the yellow light reflection of flame illumination to fall on her fair skin and reveal clearly all the contours of her body.I stand transfixed

I open my eyes to the peacefulness of the morning surprised that it has already come. I can hear the sound of the chirping of birds and feel the chillness of the fog that fills the atmosphere even into the tent where I lie on a soft fur bedding. The bedding is so comfortable that I do not wish to leave. It is the most comfortable surface I have had to lie on my whole life considering the fact that we lie on carved rocks with stones as our pillows in The Crypts of of Bane.I exhale deeply in satisfaction but my body feels heavier than usual.The feeling of a warm body beside me triggers me to turn to view the beautiful Ameera lying next to me in peaceful slumberShe is very beautiful and her skin glows this morning.The sight of her reminds me of the travails of the previous night so I begin to feel regret, guilt, pain and anger a

She alights her horse and walks towards us wondering what the small gathering in front of her tent is about.The Mountain Men present make way for her as she walks into our midst. It seems like everyone present has been waiting for her arrival, I feel my heart beat faster.Immediately she arrives the scene and Simchim sees her, he cries out with a loud voice and begins to struggle with Braheem in an attempt to break free but Braheem is stronger, he holds onto him tighter."Karen!" the nine year old Simchin cries.Karen halts in her steps, she looks around studying her surrounding. She sees Micah's body lying lifeless on the dry ground in a pool of his own blood and sees Braheem holding Simchim with a dagger to his throat.Her expression turns sour and her face turns red. She ignores Braheem and turns to me in disappointment;"What happened here?" She asks me who is on my knees d

The impact of a sound slap leads me back to consciousness!"Wake up you red eyed chicken!" Zebedee cusses holding me up; "for we are under attack!"I still feel a bit dizzy and drowsy, I do not fully comprehend what he says but then he lands another resounding slap on my cheek."Babylon is here!" ... And then my spirit jumps into my body!"Babylon! How?""Ask the gods when you meet them, grab a sword and follow me!" he instructs me and takes off.I get up in the quickest possible time and run after him as we race towards the encampment of the Amorites, but then I begin to remember the previous events.Simchin is gone and somehow I find myself lying unconscious on the outskirts of the camp.How long have I been unconscious for that I have to be thrown out of camp?How come my brother Zebedee is back so soon? Does he kno

I am helpless.I can not stand to my feet as quickly as their horses can reach me.They are about to crush me when a powerful force throws them backwards and away from me so they all crash hard onto a mighty tree.They crash so hard that the tree itself cracks at the strength of the force and falls on them all, soldiers, chariots, and horses alike. Blood splashes like slurps of mud all over the place.Only one horse survives this and it rises and gallops away from the mess.I turn and lo, it is Ameera who out of her cleched fist raises a powerful force such I have never seen before. She wears a black hooded cape and paints her face with black like the Amorites. She no longer wears her white wrapper like an Oracle, she is in all black and looks like the night.She is even more evil than I thought.And she is prepared for the battle?

"... He who knows what a battlefield is, knows it is the worst place to negotiate with death..."- Casmir E. C..****Rain drops and heavy winds are the music that fuel our fury. The ground quakes beneath us. Fire, lava burns the hills far behind us in the midst of the rains, telling us of the wrath of Asure. But our gallant horses ride on, despite them all.We finally arrive the location where our

Inside Nineveh, the cradle of civilization.******   NINEVEH TWO YEARS AGO ******I am amazed at the wonders of this great city, the strong yellow walls and the beautiful gardens. It is incredible how these people take their time to create such beautiful gardens which create these scenes of colorful tranquil at street corners of the sunny city.Indeed, Nineveh is the greatest city in the world. A city where kings past and present litter lavish palaces and plantations, a city where slaves from conquered nations come to work and carve majesty out of large stones, a city where nations come to pay tribute of gold, silver, livestock, precious stones and meta

"Not all victories are victories..."–Casmir E.C::::::::::::::         :::::::::::::::::         ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::PRESENT DAY:*********Death, blood and gory are all that is left of mere men in this battle. The ground is sticky and wet, the sky is wailing with it’s tears forming a perfect mixture of color with spilled blood on the wet ground.All thoughts of glory are faded and all we fight for here is mere survival for the Babylonian army has sent many mountain men to meet the ancestors with their bloody arrows. Those who are left alive fight like wounded lions tearing human flesh apart like pieces of cloth, sucking, feasting, and bat