Chapter 103: Who Wants Starweaver Dead?

The moment Reynold’s palm touch the sword, burning pain exploded through his entire body.

It felt as if thousand of hot needles were cutting into his flesh and tearing right into his veins all at once.

His heart was beating wildly against his ribs, and his breath caught painfully in his chest.

Panic flooded him as he desperately tried to reach inside himself to summon his storm-caller magic, but the power was not working. His mind was too scrambled and completely paralyzed by the pain.

Meanwhile, inside their room just down the left hall, Nymeria was sitting on the her wooden cot, and talking softly with Nyx.

As soon as they walked out of the academy gates, she had secretly altered the collar around her neck, the one the high council made her to wear. She was very careful so the council will not be alerted back home.

Suddenly suddenly Nymeria froze as she stopped talking. Her eyes widened as pain hit her right in her chest. Being a mind magic user, she could also fill people’s emotions. The raw, physical pain from Reynold’s mind directly hit her too.

Before Nyx could even ask what was wrong, a loud, painful yell sounded from down the corridor.

Both Nymeria and Nyx snapped their heads toward the closed wooden door.

"Reynold!" Nyx shouted, as she leaped off her bed.

They rushed out of the room and they ran until they reached Reynold’s door.

Nyx threw her shoulder against the wood, but it was locked tight from the inside.

Without wasting any time, Nymeria stepped forward and flicked her wrist and a blend of shadow mist and earth magic burst from her palm, and smashed directly into the lock. The solid wood shattered, and the door flew open with a loud bang.

Inside, Bobby was fully pressed on top of Reynold.

His face was pure cold as he tried to force the blade deeper into Reynold’s hand.

Nyx immediately move to grab the wooden chair in the middle of the room to smash him with it.

But Nymeria was already flinging her arm out. She send shadow mist that coiled tightly around Bobby’s neck.

With a quick flipped of her wrist, Bobby was yanked backward off the bed, and his body crashed onto the floor.

Nymeria’s eyes immediately shifted to Reynold. He was still lying on the cot, and clutching his hand and yelling in pain as blood pumped out between his fingers.

Nyx lunged forward, grabbed the heavy wooden chair, and smashed it straight onto Bobby’s chest.

"Who the fuck sent you?!" Nyx screamed, and raised the chair again with her teeth grit. "Talk! Who fucking sent you?!"

Bobby sneered and he shoved his boots into Nyx’s stomach, sending her tumbling backward across the floor.

Before anyone could react, Bobby raised his own blade sword, and pressed it against his own throat, and violently sliced it right across.

A spraying sound filled the small room as his throat opened up completely. His head tipped back at an unnatural angle, and his limp body crashed heavily onto the timber floorboards in a pool of blood.

Nyx’s eyes popped open in real horror. "Bloody fucking hell!" she screamed, scrambling back on her hands and knees.

Nymeria and Reynold’s eyes snapped toward the corpse. But Reynold’s head was spinning so fast that he couldn’t even think straight.

The throbbing agony in his palm was still heating up his arm, and blinding his vision.

Nymeria moved quickly and grabbed the hem of her nightwear and ripped it off.

Just then, the rest of the group rushed into the room. Evan was the first to enter. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the bloody sight.

"What the fuck happened here?!" Evan yelled, with his hands already flying to the handle of his weapon.

Nyx pointed a shaking finger at the lifeless body on the floor. "That motherfucker attacked Reynold! When we rushed in, he fucking killed himself before we could get a single word out of him!"

Evan stared at the bloody mess, murmuring under his breath in utter disbelief. "Starweaver... what did you fucking do that someone wants you dead this badly?"

Reynold couldn’t even form words to answer. He just winced loudly, and biting his lower lip as Nymeria knelt beside him and pressed the piece of torn cloth tightly over his bleeding palm to suppress the flowing blood.

Suddenly someone moved from the corner.

Before anyone could know what was happening, Cormac moved and in a fast move, he stepped behind Nyx, wrapped his thick forearm tightly around her throat, and drew out a knife, and pressed the it right on Nyx neck.

His movements were terrifyingly.

"Everyone step inside the room. Now," Cormac barked. He dragged Nyx who was already shivering backward toward the broken doorway, and keeping his body positioned behind hers. "The Starweaver boy comes with me right now if you want this girl to survive."

Evan took a step forward. "Let her go, Cormac! And drop the knife!"

Cormac scoffed, as he let out a dry laugh. "You think you are the one in charge here, Drake? He comes with me, or I slaughter her like a pig." To prove his point, he pressed the knife deeper into Nyx’s skin and a tiny droplet of blood popped out from the cut, and running down her throat.

Nyx’s whole body was shivering violently, with her eyes wide with terror.

Reynold forced himself up off the bed, and clutching his wrapped hand against his ribs. "Fucking let her go!" he yelled, his voice filled with pain. "I am coming with you! Just let her go!"

Cormac smirked coldly. "You think you have the right to negotiate, boy? Move your ass out here right fucking now!"

Beside Reynold’s bed, West rolled his wrists and orange flames instantly burst into around his fists. "You are fucking outnumbered here, Cormac! Surrender!"

Cormac scoffed again, with his eyes darting around the room without panic. "Yeah, I might be outnumbered. And yeah, I am not scared of dying today. But what about her? Before any of you can even touch me, I will slice this knife straight through her throat"

Nyx stared ahead in pure terror, and her breath coming in ragged gasps as the cold knife dug into her skin.

"...so I strongly advise the Starweaver to step forward right..."

Thwack! Thwack!

Before Cormac could finish his sentence, two sharp wooden splinters from the broken door frame suddenly raised and went straight to Cormac neck from behind. They buried themselves deep into the side of Cormac’s neck.

Cormac’s eyes rolled in to the back of his head. He gasped as he released his grip on Nyx, and collapsed heavily to the floor. He was dead before he even hit the ground.

Nymeria lowered her hand slowly with a cold unimpressed expression on her face as she muttered, "Whomever trained you two did a very terrible job."

West tilted his head toward Nymeria, with his jaw dropping to the floor. "Did... did you just kill him with the door splinters?!"

On the floor, Nyx collapsed on her knees, as she clutched her bleeding throat with both hands.

She couldn’t believe she could have die right now.

Near Bobby’s bed, Lyra, who was standing with a look of disbelief while hugging Niya tightly, let out a massive sigh of relief.

She quickly stepped around the dead bodies and walked toward Nymeria and Reynold.

"Let me help!" Lyra said.

Nymeria’s arm shot out quickly and grabbed Lyra by the wrist.

"I do not want to kill him!" Lyra said. "I just want to help him!"

With her free hand, Lyra raised her palm and she started to channel her healing magic.

Nymeria stared into Lyra’s eyes, as she secretly reached into her mind to read her true thoughts.

The girl’s mind was completely open. Her mind was pure as fuck.

Nymeria shook her head slightly, as she let out a faint exhale. Healers... their minds are always pure as fuck.

Nymeria released her grip.

Lyra immediately stepped closer to Reynold and carefully remove the blood-soaked piece of cloth. She inspect the deep wound on his palm.

She took a deep breath, and began channeling her healing magic directly into the open wound.

The white threads of light dipped into the wound, and weaving themselves back and forth.

The flesh slowly pulled together with everything reattaching and healing.

Reynold bit his lip to stop his painful groan.

Within minimum, the skin was clear, with only a faint pink line left.

Exhausted, Reynold fell back on his bed. He was trying to catch his breath and wrap his head around the fact that he was almost assassinated in his sleep.

Lyra then walked over to Nyx, and gently close the tiny bleeding nick on Nyx neck.

"Thanks..." Nyx said quietly. For a second, her mind flashed back to the image of Gwyn healing her wounds in the past, but she quickly shook her head, and forcing the painful memory away.

Reynold just sat there on the bed in real disbelief. He was staring blankly at his clean palm... It isnot even upto twenty-four hours he arrived here and two people had already tried to butcher him.

Nymeria’s eyes shifted from Reynold’s shocked face over to Nyx.

She walked over to Nyx and offered her a hand. Nyx looked up, hesitated for a second, and then grabbed Nymeria’s hand to pull herself up.

Immediately she was on her feet, Nyx wrapped her arms tightly around Nymeria in an emotional hug.

"I could have been dead..." Nyx said with her voice trembling. "Or Reynold..."

Nymeria gently patted her back and let out a soft sigh. "But you two aren’t"

Nyx pulled back from the hug, and her eyes landed on Reynold on the bed. "Is he okay? He is not even moving."

Nyx walked over first and sat right next to Reynold on his right side. Nymeria followed and sat on the his left. So Reynold was between the two of them.

Without saying a single word, both girls wrapped their arms around him, and pulled him into a tight hug.

Shifting to the doorway, West scratched the back of his neck as a small awkward grin showed on his face as he watched the three of them.

Lyra and Niya just stood close together near the wall, while Evan just shift to the broken door frame.

Footsteps suddenly sounded down the wooden corridor.

The senior officer they met earlier, Officer Silas burst into the room, and followed by Gideon, the junior officer who jumped down from the tree earlier.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" Silas asked as his eyes scanned the mess.

His gaze shifted to Bobby’s headless corpse on the floor, and then over to Cormac lying dead near the entrance with wooden splinters sticking out of his throat.

Nymeria stood up quickly from the bed.

"We were in our room when we heard Reynold yell," she said, pointing toward the Bobby body with the sliced throat. "When we broke the door open, we saw him on top of Reynold trying to kill him." She pointed to the bloodstains on the bedspread. "He was going to drive a blade into his chest, but before we could overpower him and question him, he slit his own throat."

She took a small breath, and swallowed quietly, and then pointed down at Cormac.

"Then Cormac grabbed Nyx, using a knife on her throat and demanding that Starweaver come with him or he’d murder her. So I killed him using my magic to drive the broken wood from the door into his neck."

Officer Silas stared into Nymeria’s eyes for a while. He then turned his stern gaze toward Reynold.

"Cadet..." Silas said. "What the hell did you do that someone wants you dead?"

Reynold slowly shook his head, his face was pale. He too really had no idea who was sending assassins after his life.

Silas grunted, turning his head toward his junior officer. "Gideon, get some men and clear these bodies out of here..."

BOOM!

Before Silas could finish his sentence, loud shouts and yells suddenly erupted from outside the bunkhouse.

"WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! GOLEMS AT THE PERIMETER! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!"