The fourth world

Ururu Armed Forces Headquarters

***

Ten rows of up to a hundred soldiers stood in a parade. They were all dressed in black and none of them spoke, cough, or even sneeze.

They waited for commander Uznu Ururu patiently and excitedly. The latter had been gone for years to study at the world's largest university - a place called Namibia in Aldurish dialect - in the first world. The fleet arranged for the commander to have a great welcoming parade.

But when Uznu appeared, he just stood in front of them for about a second, nodded to them in appreciation, and went to his office.

Though it would be wrong to call the place an office. It was as big as an arena. There were also special halls for seminars held on pol and other awareness campaigns. Another part of the building was dedicated to historical artifacts. You could find any of the rare elements there as long as they existed in the seven worlds. There was even another block dedicated to storing rare essence that was more powerful than elemental essences. Uznu would usually bring such essences from the first world in a glass jar just for storage and study purposes.

But at the moment, none of these bothered Uznu. He just hurried into a large research room and shut the door behind him after making sure there was no one in the room. He then pulled out a special ayrid from his pocket and read some verses, which caused the ayrid to transform and grow big until it reached the size of a human. It then broke into two and threw Armad out.

Uznu snatched Armad by the neck and put him on a large inspection table. Then he read another incantation which lit the room with a yellow glow. Suddenly two djinns, one with a horn on its forehead and one with none, appeared in the room. They knelt in front of Uznu with their heads bowed in a way that identified them as slaves.

Uznu nodded and they stood. He took out some papers from his pockets and handed over one to each.

"This is the second time we have brought the book-sword to this room in the last hundred years, so I hope we will keep in mind all the things that made us fail the other time."

He looked at the horned demon. "Kalkutu, you know your job." Then he turned to the other. "Netti, you know what your job is as well."

Uznu continued while the two demons calmed down and listened, "based on my research, I discovered that the book-sword is alive and has a mind of its own. It's just not in the same form as humans or you. I discovered that as long as there are members of Ururu around, the book will never show itself. It was expected though since the person who created it was an enemy to our House."

He sighed and shook his head.

"I won't be around when you work on the boy otherwise the book will never reveal itself. In a study we conducted at the University of Namibia, we found that this book selected the descendants of Wilberforce five out of the seven times it had ever chosen someone. But it always appears to help those it chose. So the only way to make it appears is to torture this child in every possible way. The book will come out on its own to help him. You all know what to do as soon as it comes out. Get started.

"I'll be in division three to start the preparation for enslaving the book once it comes out. But we've to be fast. On my trip to the first world, I had the opportunity to talk to the crown prince. He agreed to what we intend to do with the Book. So we have to make sure we succeed this time."

After Uznu confirmed that the djinns Kalkutu and Netti had understood the urgency of the situation, he went out and left them to start working on Armad.

***

There, in a part of the world on the sixth floor of the equatora, a woman suddenly appeared in a pool of blood and unconscious. She looked like she was about to die and if help didn't come in time, then death was inevitable for her. There were many colorful dordors around the area where this woman appeared. They were so many that wherever you looked you would see them.

No house in sight and all you could hear was the cries of birds and the mumblings of these creatures.

As if the woman's misery wasn't enough, some of the dordors around noticed her. They flew to her.

But surprisingly when they arrived, they would look at the woman and turned away with a frown, and left. All of them had over five heads and not less than five hundred years of pol. They were sentient dordors, an evolved form of the commonly seen undead outside the equatora, the woman didn't deserve to be eaten. At least not by them. Even if she were more she couldn't have satiated them.

The five-headed dordor was called the Great Dordor and they didn't eat humans or Benders below five hundred years. So the woman seemed to be lucky.

But not so lucky. After the Great Dordor had left, a two-headed Dordor approached, walking slowly and with a tired gait. It seemed to be starving. It saw the woman from a distance and it smiled with its left head and sang with its right.

*Food's available

Today food's available

Food's including snacks

Food's available

Food's available *

In the same way, the dordor ran and sang until it reached the woman lying unconscious.

It was a well-known fact that the white tribe of the dordor liked to sing and they sang especially when they got food. So the dordor kept singing with its white lips.

It extended its white hand which was whiter than bone and turned the woman's face around, something they liked to do to their prey. It then pulled out a small knife from its pocket and got ready to cut the woman's flesh into slices. But first, it would pray.

"Thank the Lord for giving this white dordor a fresh human flesh. We hope you will give us another tomorrow."

Having done with praying, the dordor decided to start cutting the woman from the face.

Looking at the woman's face closely, she was Nusi Djinn, a friend of Armad Wilberforce who was sent flying by commander Uznu Ururu.