“Aren’t we going to go after her?” Tivona asked as she followed after the older. Who was not saying a thing after their separation awhile ago.
“Aedre.” she called the older as she stopped walking then hunched over to catch her breath. “Can you please stop and look at me for a minute?”
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“It has been years.” The Huntress spoke in a hushed tone asshe steppedin frontof a large dome made of marble and stone,thinvines spread across the smooth surface. “How fast time flies.”she said with a smile as she approached the wooden doors at thecenterof the dome andplaced her palm on it. “I still remember the day that everything
Torches lined the walls along the hallway leading to the main chambers, their lights casting a long shadow across the walls,as if an ominous being itself was moving against the very structure itself.Devouring every written inscription dating back to the beginning of the first civilization that societyhadbegotten to the world.As if their very presence indicates a lot more than mere writing on stones could.
Sounds of plates and wooden utensils rattled against each other, along with curses and slurred words ringing throughout the roomasdrunken men bragged on about their exploits to other lands, while prostitutes and servers alike hang on to every word like one does with a gossip.The bartender-a scraggy old man of mid 80’s shook his head at thechaos in his tavern and continued on cleaning the drinking keg in his hand, muttering at the sheer absurdity that some of the tales he was hearing.
Parisa walked quietly through the forest, her mind flashing back to the village from earlier. It made no sense that a village would just disappear without affecting the other areas although it was the same with what happened to the Nordic settlement in Vinland thousands of years ago.But why? And how? Why would a group of people suddenly leave? It's not like they have run scarce the source of food that they lived off and decided to go someplace.And the fact that it wasn't just the physical bodies that were missing but the souls as well. It doesn't make any sense at all."Who could've done this..." she mused, as she walked through the forest, her feet barely making any noise.Akram followed suit, cutting down any branches or bushes to make a clear path for her, that for some reason is entirely in her own world, not noticing anything at all."Maybe someone with a grudge?" he supplied with a small grunt as he lifted the
"Here, take this." Akram held out a brown faded cloak towards Parisa before placing his bag over his shoulder. "What is this for?" she asked as she looked at the cloak with curiousity, lifting the fabric gently as if it were made of glass. "It's for you," he told her. "Use that to cover yourself as not to attract unwarranted attention." he said, gesturing to the other's otherworldly looks. "The place where we are going is heavily supertitious when it comes to seeing something different." he explained. She raised an eyebrow at that, and with a teasing smile responded. "Am I that different?" He looked at her for a minute before shaking his head with a small chuckle. "Your looks...are not common," he told her. "Very few people have the same looks as you are, and when I say few, say about 0.01 percent of the entire world." She nodded, slinging the cloak over her shoulder. "And you say that us different are considered evil, is it not
"Stay back!" Aedre shouted as she brandished a knife towards the small childlike creature who was grinning oddly enough at her and imitating a small child.She knew enough that what was in front of her was no small child who just got lost in the forest, it brims of something far more different. It screams anger and jealousy but at what, she doesn't know.But what she cared for most was Tivona. Eversince the demise of her home, the younger had been taciturn to the point that she had shut herself off from the world. And since the younger was also knew to using the power she had inherited, her aura had been leaking through the barriers and had somehow attracted the creature to the smell of childish innocence.After taking a small bath and refreshing herself with the water from the river, she had decided to come back with a small catch to likely appease the younger and to hopefully get a response when upon stepping into the clearing, she had sensed somet
"Where are we going?" Parisa asked as she walked beside Akram, her eyes looking around her in wonder; at the people gathered in the square, calling out their wares and inviting customers to have a feel or a taste of their offered goods. "Home." was all Akram answered as he lightly pushed past people, his arm held out, making a sort of barrier against the them and the both of them. "Home..." she repeated, her voice taking on a depressed tone. She wondered how that felt, going back to the place where you belong, where you felt a ease, safe from the prying eyes of the world. But it has been years-millennia even that she had last set foot in her home. She wondered how her fellow brethren are doing, and have they cast her from their hearts for what she had done. Noticing the depressive tone of her voice, Akram turned to her, "Are you alright?" he asked, concerned. She looked up at him, a strained smile on her face, "It's nothing.
“What was the-thing out there?” Tivona shakily asked the Huntress as they walked through the forest, guided by a small orb of flame that the Huntress had conjured earlier.After the Huntress had released an arrow directed at the creature, Aedre took that as a sign to grab Tivona, against to the younger’s protests at the sudden movement and ran from the scene, without looking back, the Huntress following after them.Aedre and her exchanged a look, the other hesitant in telling the younger the truth while she was persistent as there was no use to hide the younger from the horrors of the world as she should get used to it earlier than later.The older-now the caretaker of the younger heaved out a sigh. “A puckwedgie.”“Puckwedgie?”