52 Thousand Strong Challenge (2/2)
The moment her feet left the ground, Will took a deep breath preparing himself. He felt the wind respond to his need as he called it through his aura. A breeze dried the sweat from his hair and lifted it from his face.
A cold presence replaced his playfulness from the beginning of the challenge. His eyes reflected the complete revulsion he had felt the moment they set foot in the city.
Will commanded the aura to make his body shimmer as if it were made from the very air he now controlled. Taking a step forward, his body reacted faster than those climbing the hill. Using the bodies to balance his lightened body, he surged down the mountain. Every challenger he met got a hand to the back of the neck, resulting in them becoming part of the hill of fallen guards.
When he got to the bottom of the hill, he charged the large group of guards before they could react. It was as if he faded in and out of existence. An elbow to the stomach, turned to the next with an elbow to the face. He dropped to his back and brought his legs up to kick the next one in the gut.
Using his aura, Will propelled himself upward a few feet over the crowd's heads only to five back into the fray.
The overseer watched in shock as the boy created path upon path of unconscious bodies.
Archers shot arrows upon Will from the rooftops of the higher buildings. Will commanded the air to become thick and caught one in front of his face, then parted his aura pushing the remaining arrows past him.
Using his aura, he commanded to wind to shoot the arrow straight above the overseer's head.
Soon the battlefield was silent. The sound of groans could be heard from a few places, but none of the guards could continue fighting.
Will stood inside a circle of unconscious guards. The overseer had lost the ability of speech as he stared down at the glaring Will.
Maya landed next to her companion and looked him over. Will had not a single scratch. He stood staring at the overseer as though he were a statue. She could see he was no longer the boy fumbling to understand a gift that he never knew he had any longer. He was the master of the affinities he controlled. Not once did he second guess his ability to carry out even the most dangerous tasks.
”I believe that was more than a thousand men.” Will said in an icy tone. ”I think I'll take all of your slaves now, not just what was promised. You don't have a problem with that do you?” he called out to the overseer.
The man on the balcony gawked at Will, at a loss for words. Looking over the city there were at least a thousand within the mountain of unconscious or dead bodies. Splayed upon the ground were at least five hundred more men he sent in for good measure. ”W-who,” he tried to regain his voice. ”Who are you?” he stayed frozen waiting for Will's response.
Maya had already grabbed Will's jacket and pack when she was sent away. She handed the jacket back to him, but she kept the pack slung over her shoulder.
Will took his time putting his trench coat back on, fastening the buttons but never taking his eyes off the overseer. ”That's funny sir,” he started with a dangerous smile on his face. ”I asked you the same thing, but you didn't give me the same courtesy.”
With his jacket back on, Will flew up to the balcony and perched himself on the railing. A dangerous gleam in his eyes rested upon the overseer. ”I'll ask one more time,” he said as he brought his feet over the railing and sat. ”What is your name?” he waited for the overseer to find the right words.
”My name is Roland, sir.” he didn't know exactly what this kids standing was within the kingdom, but after the first one hundred of his men fell he figured he must have some sort of rank.
”It's nice to meet you Roland,” Will started as he stepped into the balcony floor. ”It's time for you to find a new profession Roland,” he sighed dramatically as he jumped from his perch and landed beside the man. Will put an arm around Roland's shoulder as if to embrace the man. ”Slavery has just become illegal.” he said as he walked back to the railing of the balcony.
”If I find out you have continued, I will come back.” Will brought his hand up without turning around to meet the man's gaze, but knew exactly where the man stood. Without any more effort than what he would use to turn on a light, a crimson ball of flame lit within the palm of his hand. As Roland watched, the red doused out with gold within a split second. He knew beyond doubt he was staring at the royal flame of Ebonhart.
”Who are you, sir?” Roland stared at the trademark flame of royalty.
”Isn't it obvious by now Roland?” Will turned and raised an eyebrow to the man. ”I have my father's name after all.”
Roland fell to his knees and stared up in shock. ”Y-you were gone.” he could barely talk as he finally understood.
”True.” Will looked down at the cowering slave trader. ”But now I'm back,” he said as he knelt down in front of the man with the gold flame an inch away from Roland's chest, the gold lit the prince's face in royal light. ”And slavery will never again be allowed in my kingdom.”