Chapter 13: Pebble

Perseus POV

The kid was demanding so many people for his selfish use that I slowly sort of lost it. The captured ones tried to retaliate, but his entourage was too overpowered for malnourished slaves.

As their eyes were on the slaves, I turned on my 'eye of Ra' and grabbed a small pebble and threw it at the ground in front of him, it hit the hard surface and reflected to hit him on the head.

His whipping the ground caused the ground to go to pieces and fly everywhere anyway, he wouldn't suspect that it was me.

His crying and screaming are quite satisfactory, I can see people giving small and secretive smirks in the distance, though the duchess was horrified and rushed to his aid.

"No, I'm okay...this is because of you!" he screamed at the slaves, but this time...well, I threw another pebble and it hit his jewels, and I'll be honest, his reaction gave me a big proper smile that I haven't had in a long time.

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After that small incident, they made their way to the glimmerite deposit to select their 'gifts'.

As the duchess and her entourage made their way toward the glimmerite deposit to select the best ones, a tense atmosphere hung in the air. But before they could even reach their destination, chaos erupted in a sudden and unexpected burst of violence.

A spear came hurtling through the air, finding its mark with deadly accuracy as it struck one of the guards square in the chest. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the group, their cries of alarm mingling with the sounds of confusion and panic.

In an instant, the scene descended into chaos as the guards went on high alert, their weapons drawn as they scanned the area for signs of danger. But before they could react, another volley of spears came flying through the air, each one finding itself deep inside their bodies.

Several guards went down due to the unexpected attack.

Amidst the chaos, armed slaves charged at the guards in overwhelming numbers. The guards, though superior in skill and weaponry, found themselves quickly overwhelmed by the sheer force of the rebellion. 

Despite their best efforts, the guards soon found themselves outnumbered and outmatched. Wave after wave of rebels surged forward, their determination unwavering as they fought tooth and nail for their freedom.

The air was thick with the smell of sweat and blood as the rebels pressed their advantage with relentless ferocity.

As the rebels pressed their advantage, they drove the guards back towards the edge of a cliff, the same one from which we were supposed to dive into the depths below for glimmerite.

But this time, I remember hearing some people setting up something from below, and as a few fell, I heard screaming and the sound of a group of beasts and creatures splashing around from below.

With nowhere left to retreat, the guards and the duchess found themselves cornered to the cliff.

I helped them out a bit, I used my ability again and clad a bigger piece of rock to throw it in the duchess' direction, but a guard blocked it by blasting my attack into pieces. Many of the guards fell off the cliff and did their best to protect the duchess while the slaves made their way to capture the goddess.

Thought out of nowhere, a fresh wave of guards descended upon them from behind, surrounding the rebels.

These guards' magic and physical prowess far surpassed that of the slaves, and the reinforcements widened the gap as they fought with a ruthless efficiency that left the rebels reeling.

Despite their best efforts, the rebels soon found themselves overwhelmed by the sheer force of the guards' onslaught. Wave after wave of attacks crashed down upon them, their defenses crumbling under the relentless assault.

Desperate to turn the tide of battle, the rebels fought back with renewed ferocity, seizing the fallen guards' superior armor and weapons to bolster their own defenses.

But even armed with the spoils of war, they found themselves outmatched by the superior skill and strength of their adversaries. Many slaves who didn't even know of the planned rebellion took up arms as well, but that didn't stop the reinforcements.

Slowly but surely, the tide of battle began to turn. With each passing moment, the rebels found themselves pushed further and further back, their numbers dwindling as the guards pressed their advantage with unwavering determination.

The duchess got over her shock and started to cast some powerful spells as well.

In a desperate bid to turn the tide of battle, a rebel seized the opportunity to strike at the heart of the enemy. With a fierce cry, they hurled a spear at the duchess, catching her by surprise as she was in the midst of casting spells.

The spear found its mark with deadly accuracy, piercing through the air and striking the duchess from behind. With a cry of pain, she stumbled forward, her spells interrupted as she collapsed to the ground.

Sensing an opportunity, another rebel sprang into action, seizing the duchess as a hostage before she could recover. With a swift motion, they dragged her away from the chaos of battle, using her as a shield to keep the guards at bay.

Meanwhile, another rebel moved quickly to apprehend the duchess's son, ensuring that he remained under their control. With both mother and son in their grasp, the rebels held all the cards, using their captives as leverage to keep the guards in check.

"Bring forth the king!" Harold bellowed as he got in front of the captured mother and son and directed everyone to retreat into the residential cave, "Bring him here! We demand true, unconditional freedom for eternity."

While the prospect of negotiating with the king sounded promising, I couldn't shake the feeling that it could all too easily turn sour.

After all, if there was a chance that the king was willing to sacrifice his own sister to maintain his grip on power, what was to stop him from eliminating us all once and for all?