"I have never seen a Folluvane once in my lifetime, I reckoned they have been slain by the grim hunters," The mage said while stroking his chin with his fingers and with his eyes that glazed with awe. "What are grim hunters?" Kristinov asked ere he raise his head to gaze at the mage while sharpening his blade with the obsidian shard. "You have not heard about the grim hunters? That is bizarre, You live here more than my age" The mage replied with his brow raised with shock, he cannot believe that the Old Stygian Knight have not read the great books about many things about the unman places wherever he reach. "I do not like reading," Kristinov said with his eyes and tone, telling them he performed not like reading. "Either do I" Jhàrold put forward his hand with an honest smile.
The brothers giggle, not showing their smiles to them by heading their heads to the side but their chuckle can prevail eavesdropped on by them. Aerline and the six survivors are already slumbering while they stand not yet asleep. The blaze of their campfire is keeping them awake as well as the howl of the twilight breeze pushing against their skin. Kristinov was fully done sharpening his sword. Jhàrold stood beside them - resting his head on the wood backward, where their camp is nigh on too many trees. With the lucent moon of several wonders, the brothers gaze above with amazement at how beautiful the outside of Connart will be but beneath the pulchritude, there is always a danger. "You two go to sleep," Kristinov said loudly with a normal tone but did not wake the others, he pointed his sights at them to give arise their attention to him. "Are you sure you are not yet drowsy?" The mage's elder brother asked with his brow raised and smile with concern but his emotion did not express he has trust in Kristinov. Kristinov's reply was only a nod which means he accepted he will be up for the night. The brothers did not talk but followed his simple order they do not want their words to be conflicted.
Kristinov nonetheless lays his eyes on Aerline's freckles, gazing at how incredible the incarnadine dots scatter her pale. The darkling strands that lay on her chest, he can glimpse there is not strand left behind her neck as well on her forth and the others yet however slept behind. The eyelashes and gleam on her visage make the Knight fall in love truly more to her even though she prevails as slumber. Jhàrold is dozing with his protection on his body - making Kristinov wonder if he is honestly asleep. The night still occurs above the firmament, yet he's starting to feel drowsy after he gazes his crimson to Aerline's beauty slumber - he put the blaze out with his cast as he swings his glaive above the campfire. "Kristinov" he heard a whisper beside him, he turned but all of them are asleep except for him.
Kristinov heard his name once more, twice, thrice the more he heard his name it gets louder. As he turned around, he behold his Queen, he knew this is not her in his reality only his sanity. "My peerless paramour, thee gaze new affectation to left thou Majesty" Talina whispered through the opaque. He moaned from his headaches suddenly appear like the pain he experiencing from a migraine. The Queen felt that the Black Knight will serve no more for the Queen. He shut his eyes to strive to blind the eye of the pain away in a blink of his sight. The moment he opens, the Queen's pale visage was in front of him. The lips of a poppy became more incarnadine. He glimpses his Queen's eye evolved into a haze and her hair is nonetheless a ray of a morrow. Kristinov panted as she popped suddenly. As Talina touches his chest and arms, the migraine strikes again and again even though she was on his mind - he cannot push her or do anything to shove her back away from him.
"Slaying my pity companions will never help Aerline to fall in love with you, she hardly saw a monster not a wise kind decent man, only you will show them that there is no such mercy existed, you serve me in a decade - showing yourself that you are now will be a good wolf, too bad they are marked you as a puppet, the man with no compassion and love and you are just a slave" Talina whisper in the end in a long second to finish up. Kristinov yelled at his queen, he do not want those words to impale his true identity that will alter it someday but nearly will shatter asunder from her hurtful sharp words. "You a fraud, you are not a witch nor Queen, you are a pawn as well" He fights back with a truth he let out. "Take that back!" The Queen swiftly moved onward onto his face to yell at him. Kristinov did not do anything, he resist the pain and stilly there because he knew she is only in his mind. The Queen strangles him from the truth but he can feel the slight pain in his neck. "How do you know my" the Queen yelled at the end, she was certainly dumbfounded to heed the truth from his brim. The Queen strangles him harder and then she can hear him whimper under his breath. As she let go of her hand off him, Kristinov only panted while stroking his neck. "Your witch told me," he said in a whisper with a pant like he just won a marathon - telling a speech after that. The Queen's eyes were wide open encircled with shock and fear that her pawn is slowly comprehending her identity - it started when he met Aerline.
The shadows of the leaves dotted his armor and his steed, sauntering below the vast spruces. Some twigs have been stepped by his steed, it created a noise that disturbed the creatures to ran who dwell upon the wilderness. Afar, he can sean an old hut near the caves and then alongside of the hut was a tree with no leaves that sprouted on the branches. He takes off and let Dusk run away and disappeared itself. He takes his glaive but not his shield. He went to this place to search for answers that before all of the enormous trees he passed by were not there before - it was once a kingdom that drowned from the telluric as the decades run over them. He recalls that this is the place where he held up downfall along with his Queen, gathering for slaves and fortune. Every tree below were dead bodies, the flowers are grown by the lachrymal, and with every step he stride - memories popped to his sanity, seeing himself as a monster. Blood over the place, gore bestrew on the walls and floors. He was almost near to the hut but the pressure of him was pulling him back from who really is - does not like to prevail in transformations but he fought back. He squeezed onto the holder of his glaive tightly from the burden.
As he stands nigh at the door of the hut, the sound of horror from the caves shivers him slightly and then he takes a deep breath. The moment he tries to knock on the sylvan door, it opened by itself suddenly. "Jaxvier Celbelcus....Jax," someone whispered through the murky inside where he stood - an old woman's voice. He recollects his true name, he remembered his mother when he calls him. He looked around the place to uncover the old woman, only he can behold is darkness. The sound of claps he gave attention at onward. Everything lighted up with candles surrounding the I side of the hut. Skulls and bones he glimpses below him and besides. An old woman sitting on the wooden chair nigh to the rusted cauldron. Vines binding on the walls and a malodorous dangling onto the floor with humid soil or others. The woman was laying her both hands on the staff - only laid with her palm. "Pleasure to meet you, Kristinov" the old woman greeted with a smile, her face steered where he stand even though she is sightless.
"Hail and well met, who are you can I ask?" He shove his head down while his gaze at the woman was not.
"You, the only man who seeks retribution and serenity" the old woman stand slowly away from where she sat on. He drops his sword and then strides forth to the old woman. "Jaxvier, your father was a wise man to me, he let me flee upon the turmoil" she whispered after seizing his gauntlet and then wrapped over with her hands. "A beast were once not a fiend, as the monster was taught terrible things, let them attend to the lies and change their identity is the reasons why you are here, you are involved that you were never meant to be, I am very glad you did that, I have been waiting for you" and then she hushes him as he embarked to speak "We change from what we saw, we learn fast from what we saw and we felt fast from what we heed whatever it is lies or truth, we rewrite from how others treat us and yourself truly". "What are you talking about?" He takes off his helmet and drops it off hastily. "I am barely will meet my death outside, if you wanted answers honestly and dying for it forthwith" she cut and then twirl her body at the back slowly to get what she need.
"I just want to know what will happen to me if I fall in love" he confess expressionlessly while she was doing something. She takes out the moonflower beneath the boulder and shoves aside using her staff A gloomy dust like a spark from the blaze scatter in the air as it takes off where it has hidden throughout the years. The petals shine to his eyes as the old woman raises them. "What do you want me to do with this?" He asked. "First kiss will be your last, your Queen hides many truths that she cannot pass to you to be unearthed". " What happened to your eyes?" He asked one more bother but she replied "Your phony Queen stab me sight for denying her, I do not want to bring any darkness but she strives, I met her at your age - younger than you, she has thee malice, you have to disclose it and seize it out" she lets out her last words before she pushed him onward to the exit but he follows. The witch gave him the helmet back to him and he fell it to the ground.
He clasped the stem of the moonflower, the blue sky falling vertically, and let gloaming reach high as he stood outside with the flower. The petals kept glowing while he stroll out of the hut. He raises his hand to whistle but he nonetheless clasps the moonflower gently. Dusk gallop forth to him, and the leaves and the branches occurred swatting him. The thumps of his steed cease as he snatches to ride onto him. "Let us go now" he whispered and then the fully armored horse began to trot furthermore. The twilight glint strikes upon them as the cloud move aside slowly to pour the moonlight. The trees stilly where they stand no breeze tried to push them from side to side, darkness through the path but his glaive and moonlight guide him the way out of the vast spruce. The flower's glimmer wanted to lead the way as well through the twilight within its petals. He never understood what the witch told his forthcoming and why she would ever bestow him an unspecified flower. No more humanity dwells above this land because from what they heard about the tale of the fallen kingdom but the sole witch lived here for more than a year.
"Where were you?" The mage's brother caught Kristinov coming back from how long he had been got on. "Ensuring the spot" he replied while gazing at Aerline. The sky changes its color to cockcrow, stars become dim as it fades as well the moon but exists nevertheless overhead the horizon. He never knew their short chat with his Queen will be long. The migraine disappeared eventually. The flame is out by the mage, letting the gleam of the sun strike above them downward slowly. The mage and thee two survivors are arisen by the daylight and a chirp from the dawn birds. Vëctlör pat his brother on the back to let his temper walk out of within him. "Good morrow Fenock, you did not slumber, just a nap?" The mage followed his steps behind him - he lived not careless at every moment. Kristinov shakes Aerline's shoulder gently to wake her up. "She is still sleeping sir," the mage said with a smile while standing beside him.
He did not answer. Aerline's head was facing at the side - she was near the wood stood beside her. Her neck gleamed, it became paler from the dawn's glint and her hair scatter above her. The crumple kirtle that is now covered with a slight portion of telluric. She opened her eyes slowly, she beholds phosphenes of the morning and a visage that is covered with blur. "Good morning Aerline" the mage greeted beside her while Kristinov let the others wake up to proceed to go to the Connart early so they will never reach dusk again. Their steeds are still with them, the mage's older brother unties them to bring them for the survivors to carry them further to Connart as soon as possible.
"Why now?" Aerline asked while rubbing her eyes to see clearly. "They need a safe place" the mage replied while helping her to stand up. The crumple was still on hers, her little hair stands up while her others were on top of her shoulder. They saunter their steed forth unhurriedly. The sky drift slowly along with the birds that liked to fly along the breeze. Another day to stroll further with their fatigue face, they walk quietly without their mouth create a talk as well the survivors. The mussissation of the creatures roaming around - making their belly go rumble to grumble from starvation but the survivors already consume their breakfast.
Feet above the ground, crumpling the grass that sprouted slightly and the beamish rays strike above them though. The silence has overtaken their journey once again. Kristinov can hear the survivor's whispers - gossiping about him but he never cared. They passed the place where they have been before. The breeze and the sun make them tired from walking. Afar, they can see the ruined towers that is been destroyed by the great wolf but Connart is still alive. The screech of glee from the sole survivors - seeing they have found a new home to dwell in. The gate of Connart was always open to welcome everyone to stride above their land. Steeds commence sauntering as they come in at last. Several mages are outside, smiling to see their new family.
They clap and yell with glee to see their great mages come back home with Kristinov that was once a devil. Aerline wave her hand rapidly to every villager that they passed. Kristinov felt orgulous to see people smile at him - he was happy inside that he did something that will never turn their eyes into sorrow and dismay. "Here we are!" Vëctlör said with his smile however he help the survivors to get down onto their steeds. Aerline opened the door as well Kristinov simultaneously with a smile to cheer them up but he is not the reason for that is his helmet blocking his face.
The survivors bowed before the stride in the tower, they will hang around foremost in the tower, and hereafter they have a recent abode to stay in. "How are you Sir?" Aerline obstructs his path going forth to sit down to get rest from the long walk they did earlier. He takes off his helmet and tried to smile - he does not want her to see him that he is mad at her. His smile was slightly uneasy, showing his awkwardly smile but he tries. Aerline smiled, even more, snickering inside. "I am good and great" he smiled while scratching the back of his head. "Glad to hear that" Aerline bowed while her hand are below her bosom and the back swayed horizontally in a like gentle way. The brother gave the survivors water and more stuff they need for certain. Kristinov felt something will happen inside where they are delighted with one another.
"Can you tell them to move aside?" Kristin whispered after he called Vëctlör. He bounced his head without asking why. The feeling that something is off or some bad will arise. The mages provided them with what they needed after the great devastation - they bestowed as a bequest for the survivors. Aerline was cleaning the brother's mess that they did not clean yet before going out to save some lives. Kristin looked at the end of the tower above while they prevail occupied. A flap of wings they heed outside and they assumed it was only a bird. The glaive was top of the table and then he strides onward to the table to snatch it fast.
An explosion they all saw, the elder brother cast hastily to protect the survivors. A blue enormous effervescence bubble that protected them from the falling rocks and more. Bricks fell upon them, books scatter below and the speck of dust from the bricks create a mess. Befoul bricks and telluric bestrew, even more, a strong gust pushes the papers and potions it happened even messier. The survivors screamed, while covering their ears - traumatized from their past, they thought the place they move into will be shattered like their home. A long horn angel, like Kristinov's hair with a armor like Jharold's break-in, abruptly without their welcome. The man let his sight to look around to find the villain who brings turmoil to each land but they did not know that Kristinov is not part of them anymore - he prevailed sustained anyhow. "I do not bring harm here, I wanted to ask where is Fenock, may I ask!" the angel yelled as the wings folded back within his body behind. "Over here!" Kristinov yelled as well, he does not want them to be harmed by the angel and him - so he wanted to talk face to face or fight if he prefers outside.