Searching For Andromeda - Chapter 105 Nars Fiery Sword

“Jax, you’ve changed”

Miko’s eyes were filled with tears streaming down her cheeks. She remembered Jaxon wiping them awaythe Jaxon she knew on the past. He would lean to kiss her forehead, and wipe the corner of her eyes with his thumb. He would reassure her everything was fineand he was here. He would affirm her, and tell he’ll never leave. After he would say those comforting words, he would cuddle Miko close until she falls asleep.

That was the Jaxon she knew in the past.

Jaxon, that sweet boy who had sacrificed himself when they were children for survival. Jaxon, who was willing to take any underhanded jobs just to ensure they would be eating at least two times a day. Jaxon, who had sold himself just to have Miko eating and living easily in their makeshift tent.

“Jax what are those marks?”

“Ah, this?” Jaxon wiped the lipstick mark on his neck. “Mosquito bites.”

Miko was the same age as Jaxon, so she understood quickly what he was doing to himself. Miko glanced towards the bag Jaxon was carrying.

“Did you steal?”

Jaxon did not answer Miko’s question. Instead, he headed straight to the carpet laid onto the floor which was filled with small pillows. Miko often saw Jaxon being tiredbut tonight, he was exhausted. Miko sauntered forward, sitting beside Jaxon, who had closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep.

Miko leaned to tuck him in, but Jaxon pulled her down, making Miko press on top of him.

“Jax?”

Jaxon gave a sheepish grin.

Miko’s surprised face softened as she wrapped her arms around Jaxon. It was a familiar feelingback when they were at the slave merchant’s den, they would often hug each other close; seeking body heat because there was neither a bed nor a blanket to keep them warm in the cold night.

“Are you cold, Jax?”

Jaxon didn’t respond. Instead, he hugged her tighter.

“I’m not,”

Miko felt Jaxon’s heartbeat against her ears. It was beating loudly, like a distinct drum playing outside the markets of Patriarg. The beating of his heart wasn’t fastit was calm, but loud. Miko closed her eyes to listen to the music of his heartbeat. It has been a while ever since Jaxon was this close; usually, he would sleep beside her soundlessly, almost afraid she would wake up. He would often keep his distance, but now he was holding her close.

“My work’s been putting me in a pinch.” Jaxon started. “The government fighting between the organization has been cornering my boss into a spot. And when the boss is cornered, the underlings have it worse.”

Miko lifted her gaze to meet Jaxon’s.

“I might be going on a dangerous job tomorrow. With the ongoing extra patrols of the palace guards, the narcotics I need to deliver to the port will be a tough game of cat and mouse chase.”

Miko gulped the lump in her throat. Narcotics. Jaxon was delivering illegal drugs to provide for them. For her.

“So I figured I wanted a hug,” Jaxon exclaimed, “and then a kiss, maybe?” He said with a grin.

Miko blushed. “Idiot.”

That night, they cuddled close, with Jaxon wrapping his arm tightly around her. Miko was worried that night, but she was thankful Jaxon was closer to her now and had gotten rid of the distance between them.

Little did she know it was the last time he would be able to hold her close.

“Jax y-y-your arm”

“Heh.” Jaxon laughed bitterly. “I guess the boss’ underlings have it way worse. And out of all the underlings, I must be the unlucky one.”

“J-jax”

“Don’t worry,” Jaxon said with a lowered gaze. “I still can. I’ll still be able to provide us food. Don’t worry about it, Mikoif one arm is gone, then I can still use another.”

**

Ephraim was captured in a spherical water cell that stung his eyes. The cell was made out of seawater, and it made his eyes feel like they were needles. Ephraim felt his consciousness losing due to the oxygen lossbut he was able to hold his breath and stay half-conscious. It was also good that the sting in his eyes was keeping him awake.

Ephraim saw how the pirate captain dived back into the water using his own water barrier. But Raim noticed as well that he was able to breathe despite being inside it. He also noticed that the two other companions of Jaxon Sparrows were with him, leaving the five crews chasing after Borgh back on the ship. Ephraim didn’t want to rouse their suspicion or make it seem like he’s awake, and so he waited

He waited until he had seen a ship in sight. That ship was underwater. It looked like a galleon, a ship that was a tad bigger than a carrack.

Ephraim waited until they were inside the ship. The water barrier enclosing Ephraim slowly dispersed, making him catch his breath. Ephraim was still half-conscious and was on a state of having his lungs sting in pain from the air it was depleted from. Ephraim’s breaths were ragged and fast. Although he couldn’t see much with his blurry vision, the companions of Jaxon Sparrows were holding him as a captive. There was no way they would let go of him suddenly, but Ephraim knows their grip would come loose if he could just force his way in an instant.

But that would be too hasty. He was in the pirate’s denhis ship. Who knows how many more enemies are inside? There’s no way he could be rash right now. Ephraim needed to have the right opportunity.

But when? How?

And there’s also the question of whether there would actually be an opportunity other than now.

Ephraim wanted to cursehis eyes crept to close as his consciousness dared to go astray. He fought this irrational desire to slumber; he had already lost count how many times it has been collapsing from time to time. It has become a norm to him now, which was unhealthy. What was WRONG with him?

‘Wake up. Keep yourself awake.’ Ephraim said to himself. ‘Wake up. Open your eyes. Open your eyes!’

“The numbing narcotic in the water I’ve shot at you still isn’t making you collapse?” That was the pirate’s voice, which was fading in Ephraim’s ears. Nonetheless, he understood what he had said.

Numbing narcotic?

“Well, as expected of the dungeon conqueror,” said Jaxon as he ambled his way to the passageways of the ship, with Ephraim trailing behind along with the two companions carrying him by his arms.

“Your companion was different, though. A scrape in his neck from the arrow we shot, he already collapsed after a few seconds. Weak, really. I was almost worried if he had died, so I visited him earlier to his cell. How annoying, actually; he was alive, yes. But I preferred him asleep. He got a brash tongue and towering arrogance. But as much as I hate brats like him, he’ll still a valuable good. He’ll fetch a high price considering he looks like a noblehell, he could even pass for a prince.”

Ephraim felt his consciousness daring to fade. How many times how many times has it been ever since he had his body collapsing at the most critical times? Is he THAT weak? Ephraim yelled at himself internally, ‘wake up!’ but he felt his muscles going sore and numb to the point he wasn’t able to move them.

The two companions of Jaxon were practically carrying him now; his legs were barely touching the ground, and he wasn’t moving. Jaxon’s companions weren’t the same as those buff sailors who were the new recruits of Borgh. These two were neither muscular nor seafarers. They looked quite out of place with their robes. They were way taller than Ephraim, and taller than Jaxon as well.

Ephraim gritted his teeth; ‘WAKE UP!’ he yelled to himself. ‘Move your body! Wake up!’

And then there was darkness.

And from the darkness, there was fire.

The fire was embers that were blazing amid the darkness; the scorch was small, but it was blazing. And from that fire, appear a dragon.

“Human,” it said. “You have the fire inside youand for that, you are fit to wield the deity Nar.”

The dragon, who had crept in the darkness, enveloped the small fire.

“Grow onto your fireburn, let your heart burn with fiery determinationenvelop Nar into your body, and wield Nar into your sword.”

Ephraim blue eyes fluttered open.

The two companions of Jaxon let go of Ephraimwho was on a blazing fire. His body was enveloped with sweltering incandescence. His head down to his legs was shrouded with an orange-colored flame. Ephraim’s eyes were still dim, showing he was still half-conscious. But he was standing to his two feet, nonetheless.

The two companions of Jaxon let go of Ephraim, backing away as if to observe. While Jaxon on the other hand turned to Ephraim with eyes widening as he sees him combusting.

First, there was warmth.

And then heat.

Soon, there was fire.

The sword Jaxon was holding had been set aflame, matching the color on Ephraim’s body. An orange-color hue. Jaxon dropped the sword instantaneously, which burned his palms sore red.

“What the hell is happening?!” Jaxon gritted his teeth, pointing his hook towards Ephraim. He then shot a water cannon straight to Ephraim, but the ball of water simply turned into steam.

“What the heck he’s still half-conscious!” Jaxon shot the water cannons consecutively to the half-conscious Ephraim who was slowly sauntering forward while Jaxon was backing away. Ephraim’s feet then touched the fiery sword Jaxon had dropped, and theninstinctivelyhe knelt to pick it up.

“Hey; you two! The ORGANIZATION did not send you guys just to be scared cats!” Jaxon yelled to his two companions, who were motionless for the entire time they were observing Ephraim; they were both shawled in red cloaks, with face divisible. They didn’t even move a muscle when Ephraim got his vessel back.

Screw the vesselWHY the hell is this guy bursting to flames?

“The organization sent you two to PROTECT me!” Jaxon yelled, “now is the time to do your jobs!!!!”

The two shawled companions then glanced at each other, and then to Jaxon.

“Understood.” They exclaimed in chorus, and then went to stormed their way towards the blazing Ephraim, who had picked the flaming sword, making his flames double in radius.

‘Let Nar circle your body,’ the dragon echoed; ‘Let Nar become your fiery sword!’

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