The Nefaliem's Duty (Ordinal Novella, 1) Read Online Free PDF

my bag stationed over
my shoulder. I descend down the stairs and head for the girl’s
bathroom not too far away. Once inside, I’m quick to place my bag
on the ground, after I ensure the bathroom is empty and feel my
idol skin heat. I feel my energy tingle along my skin before I feel
it gathering at my feet than running along my legs towards my head.
It’s the same notion where my scales begin to conceal my body from
my toes to my head—transforming my Idol form (human form) into my
Nefaliem form. I pick up my bag and pull out a cube from my utility
belt and watch as it scans my bag before shrinking it down to size
where I place it in my utility belt.
    I’m taller than
what I am in my Nefaliem form than in my idol form because of my
heels, a biological representation—a biological reminder of what I
really am. I regard the ceiling and float towards it before I begin
to phase through it. Passing through the ceiling, the ventilation
shaft and onto the roof. I see the clear blue sky and I feel my
energy surround me as I work to conceal my existence. Once I’m
certain I’m in my camouflage mode—I shoot into the sky. A portal
opens and I fly into it, leaving planet earth behind.
    The portal
opens in on a planet I’m not all too familiar with. I fly into a
world of red, orange and darkness. I regard the sight of soldiers
marching towards a line of soldiers in the distance. Their uniforms
are different but similar. Their weapons and shields are also
designed similarly but with different crests. I hear my earpiece
buzz to life and the sound of Cornel Izrick’s voice enters my ear.
“I see you’ve responded.”
    “I have sir.” I
reply.
    “Hold your
position until Lieutenant Morgret arrives.” Volvomich? “Down below
is a mercenary group against the royal army of planet Sparta. Due
to our allegiance with planet Sparta we are to defend the royal
heir who is amongst the royal army.”
    “Did they call
for our help?” I question.
    “Yes.” The even
bigger question is should we even be involved in wars on other
worlds—I mean it’s not ours to deal with we didn’t even start it.
“Your mission here private is to secure his highness’s safety in
place of his knight. Nothing more. Understood?”
    “Understood.”
The line severs and I’m left alone to stare upon the sight of pure
darkness. My silver hair and cloak sways in the wind as they are
tinted a blood red colour. The colour of the sky above. No one
seems to notice me and because of that I begin to descend and hide
amongst the trees. I stand at the edge of the forest hidden in the
shrubs for a while and notice that a sibyl floats around my head,
recording everything that plays out. I regard it than ignore it. A
sibyl is an AI in a sense but is nothing like Mizreth. Instead, it
records, distributes and catalogues recorded videos of wars where
the Nefaliem are. It’s a pre-caution should anyone abuse their
power. It also allows our superiors to ensure we are doing what
were supposed to be doing. The sibyl floats away and I hear
stomping from behind me.
    I’m quick to
stand and turn around only to be tackled through the shrubs and
into the open grassland. I’m slammed into the ground and feel the
weight of a heavy monster pinning me down. “Lookie what I have. I
rotten Nefaliem Knight.” it gargles and the first thing I notice is
its golden eyes glowing through the shadows surrounding it’s
features.
    I feel the
monster’s forearm press over my collarbone keeping pinned down. I
glare at the beast above me and realise that there’s one thing that
I can do in this position. With my arm free, I unsheathe my forearm
blade that sits above my forearm in my armour and hear the zing as
it stabs into the abdomen of my attacker. I regard the shock and
pain concealing his features and I wait for him to pull himself
from me and when he does. I roll over my shoulder and pull myself
to my feet. “Nefaliem.” he grumbles before falling to his knees and
dying.
    I