The tower of Ekron as it is fondly called is the final resting place of one of the greatest Lords to roam the earth and has been regarded as a place of high esteem until the renegade, Lord Hoblot took over its high walls.
During the great War that tore most of the keepers apart, Lord Hoblot played a crucial part that led to his excommunication from the Keepers. It was said that the Nats gained entery into the Temple of Keepers through the help of Lord Hoblot, and he had publicly engaged Lord Banash in a fight for supremacy. ‘Rubbish!’ Lord Hoblot said aloud as the memories of years ago wavered through his mind. ‘If only those fools knew what really happened,’ he told himself regrettably. He walked down the passage way leading up to the hall where his maid served him. For years, he had not stepped foot outside the tower for fear of the Nats. Although, he still felt as strong as he was during the Great War, he doubted if his Ura could be a match for the Nats new weapons.
“I heard their weapons breathe fire like the Ura, it’s just that anyone could wield those tiny sticks.” one of his maids, Salome had told him some times back. Through his screen, he had been opportune to get a glimpse of what the weapon looked like. A tiny stick that breathes a considerable amount of energy like the Ura. He knew the Ura was much more better in the sense that it provides colorful blocks that shielded the user against an enemy’s fire, but the blast from the Nats weapon had considerable power and accuracy than the Ura. He was yet to face the Nats new weapon, but his student, Biden has. The young man had gone into the city and was pursued all the way to the foot of the tower by the Nats hunters. The large scare on Biden’s face was an evidence of the weapon’s brutality.
Lord Hoblot walked up a few stairs using his Ura for support. He wouldn’t lie. Old age was beginning to set in. Unlike so many years ago, he was evidently losing taste for everything. When he was initially banished from the Order of Keepers, he had fled to the Tower for safety from the Nats. The Keepers made a treaty with the Nats but he wasn’t included in that treaty. He was the most wanted man on the Nats list and was also rejected and despised by the Keepers. Maybe this was why he acquired the pity and services of the locals who live in villages around the tower. Few come to him to settle disputes and some even agree to work for him. He had one student, Biden, a young and potential keeper who had recently taken the oath of service. No one except those who work in the tower knew Biden was his student.
When he was banished, he had taken solace in watching the Keepers and the Nats from his screen, but these days, his primary concern was keeping the flowers in his tower green and beautiful.
This morning as he reached the hall where he usually sat and waited the day out, something bothered him. A strange dream from last night. In the dream, he saw himself, back at the Temple of Keepers but with a secret mission. A mission he dared not to think of. He sat on a chair and watched as Salome served him breakfast.
“Salome, why is your face fallen?” he asked as soon as he noticed how sad Salome looked. She shook her head and continued to dish out his food.
“Salome,” his voice was soft as he laid his hand gently on hers.
“I do not want to bother my Lord on any issue,” She answered calmly.
“I insist,” he pushed further. Salome stopped and eyed him. She knew that the news she brought would put him in a worrying state and she didn’t want that, but nevertheless, he had to know.
“A keeper and his family were attacked last night in one of the villages. ” She spoke so fast. Lord Hoblot made a frown.
“By whom?” he asked, ” the Nats?”
“I don’t know my Lord, but no Nat has been seen around the area in a long time.” she answered.
“And do you have any suspicions?” he asked trying to make her look at his brown eyes.
“No, I do not. But the villagers are saying his wounds look like those inflicted by an Ura. They think a fellow Keeper killed him.”
There was a pause as Lord Hoblot seemed to be in deep thought. Something was definitely about to happen, and he has a role to play in it, his dream was a confirmation of this, but he wondered what role he had to play. He definitely wasn’t going to barge into the Temple of Keepers demanding for the crystal as he did in his dream. He wasn’t power-thirsty as most of the other Lords were. He would be modest even to the very end. The door opened and Biden walked into the hall. There was something awful about the way he looked and the way he carried his Ura. He looked up at Biden and smiled.
“Son, you came at the right time, Salome has just prepared breakfast for…”
“Where is the crystal?” Biden’s voice was changed. He was a young man but he spoke with a voice of an aged man. Lord Hoblot stood gradually from his chair,
“Salome, get behind me,” he spoke gently without looking at Salome. He held his Ura and waited, nothing went through his mind now, but he was certain Biden wasn’t the one in front of him.
“Biden,” Lord Hoblot called to be sure he wasn’t making a mistake.
“Where’s the crystal,” Biden thundered. He raised his Ura up and brought it down, a sea blue blast rushed from the golden ball at its end towards Lord Hoblot.