The carriage moves onward on the rocky paths, the horses galloping through the rock. "How many people have been injured?"Drake was holding a piece of brown paper and an ink pen. "Four of them," one of the men stated as he wrapped a bandage around one of them."Two were shot in the leg, while the other two were shot in the shoulders, and the arrows were not poisoned," he added. "Thank you, God." It would take us about two days to go back there, so let's be careful and hope we survive," Drake stated as the men applauded, but they were also saddened because several of them had been injured.While Bane was concerned about Ragnar, Drake replied, "Rise up and cheer that we escaped and Ragnar should be safe; it's impossible for such a man to die." Drake approached the downed Bane at the carriage's corner."There's still a chance that he will die; don't just have faith," Bane exclaimed. "Fifteen years ago, he was about to die, but he survived; he was freezing, but he survived, and from that
A large village in the east. Humans are all around, and markets exist. People dressed up in leathery outfits and headgear."Masks for sale!" screamed an elderly guy on the side of the road, his shop packed with customized masks.The old man had a bushy beard, arched brows, wrinkles around his temples, and a wooden stick to assist himself."Masks for sale!" he said confidently. He points to those who have passed by his shop.The men explored the village while dressed in the same clothes as the people. "It's such a great village, so lively!" Drake said as he chewed on a piece of corn. "Is it really safe to explore this village while Ragnar and the others are in danger?" said one of the guys, his brow furrowed."It's all right, trust me; Ragnar and the others must have left that forest." Drake grinned at the man, wearing his mask while munching on the corn."Let's just enjoy this for now," he said as he ran through the residents. "Let's meet at the carriage at 7 p.m.," he shouted as he d
Bane dashed back to the carriage as fast as he could. "What's going on?" he exclaimed, frightened.In the meanwhile, Drake:Drake observed something when speaking with some locals. "What's up with the people wearing a band with red eye?" he wondered. A young woman approached Drake and inquired, "Are you a tourist?" Drake said, "Yes, yes."The lady had a slim figure, brown long hair, dark blue eyes, and appeared to be in her late twenties.Drake questioned the lady, "Do you know why people wore these masks?" "It's a celebration of our pasts, and we're not the only village to do so; parts of the region do as well," the woman explained."What about these people with bands with a red eye? Are they part of the celebration?" Drake asked again. "Well no, they're Empire soldiers," the woman said.Drake was even more surprised. "Why is the Empire here now? Are they the ones who attacked us?" he wondered.While Drake was thinking about the Empire, a large crowd rushed towards them, screaming.
"What have you done!? You have created a havoc! A havoc! We'll be in trouble if the nobles arrive!" yelled an Empire soldier."I shouldn't have let you drink! Now kneel and accept your actions!" he yelled at him again and again. The man had a larger band of two red eyes on his arm.The man knelt, tears running down his cheeks. "I beg you, don't kill me! Please don't kill me!" he pleaded, terrified.The man knelt in the heart of the deserted village and cried aloud. As they began to shout, other troops surrounded them. "Kill him! We want to see blood!" shouted one man.The soldiers continued to yell, "Shut up! Shut..." The 'leader' of the group stopped for a second and continued. "Up!! I'll kill every single one of you!" he roared at the soldiers. The sky became silent."Last words?" he asked softly so that only the man kneeling could hear him. "No! No! Please give me a chance!" The man drew his sword and cut the man's body in half. "Let's go, let's leave this village," he said, imme
Gordon's eyes were brightened by the complex moment, in a way Zaly looked at it with an astonished expression. "That is the lady that changed the law of this Realm!" Gordon cried with self-confidence while he took a stepped forwards, towards Zaly. While waited to 'her' saying the truth." Lia Adams is me! Zaly, I'm her! " Zaly took a deep breath and said, "I know, I already knew, from the time we entered the room. You used the word 'truth' to hint it, right? I guess you used the wrong time to lie to me that Lia Adams created this book fifteen years ago. The Noble didn't and cannot visit this village here in the east, there was a huge problem revolving the Baron's daughter back then. " Lia touched his shoulders again but with softness and heavenly feeling." You are a great man, indeed. It was fifty-three years ago, that time it happened. I was sentenced to go to the Realm of Mist, where I created this book, and by the time I published this book , all the ladies supported me and made me
While losing men, Ragnar and his men headed to a rocky mountain. "Are they still chasing us?" Ragnar looked back at Snake and his men to see if they are all right. "Yes, seems like some of them left the carriage and ran to us." Snake reloaded his bow and aimed at one of the men that is chasing them, and released it, hitting the man in the head."Great accuracy as always, Snake." Ragnar gazed at Snake who shot on the enemies. "Now let's escape, faster men!" He ordered again, and they fastened their horses. "Snake! Shoot more of them!" Ragnar ordered as some of the enemies got hit. "Ragnar! It's the edge of the cliff!" Snake informed Ragnar who was praising him for his shots." God damnit! " Ragnar screamed with anger while he looked at the distance. "Change direction boys!" He instructed his men, all of them changed direction with their horses. "Be careful!" Said Ragnar to his men. They accelerated once again after changing directions, "Everyone all right?" Snake asked the men in a way
"We're the first people to visit this place today?" Snake said shockingly, covering his cheeks with his hands. With the rest of the men, Ragnar entered the modernist resting place. "It just passed 12AM, idiot! Of course, we're the first one here." Ragnar said before sitting to a chair."Is this really a resting place?" Ragnar continued to ask. "Yes, yes. But it will be more expensive, since our place is too beautiful for all of you. " Mr. Wester said as he placed the bottle of wine to the costumers. " I see, you know how to handle us, costumers. " Ragnar praised Mr. Wester." I already prepared the rooms, you may rest. " Mr. Wester walked away, with the empty tray. But, before Mr. Wester left the lobby of the place, Snake observed something, and decided to asked him about it. " What are those marionette? Are they for designs? " Snake pointed at the marionettes at the wall." It's not for design, but it is." He said before he walked off. " What did he meant by that?" Snake was confused
Snake heard noises and quickly, rushed to where the sound came from. He rushed and there was Fillian, who sat to a chair while sipping on his coffee. Snake was shocked after looking on what's below Fillian's foot, it was an old man! "Don't mind me, I'm simply enjoying life," Fillian smiled, it was an angelic smile. Despite him killing that old man, why does he feel different? Why is his aura filled with virtues?"Life? You killed an old man! This is not something you can be proud of!" Snake yelled while he took the glass vase at his left. And he threw it, but the table on where the vase was exploded. Snake was sent flying, and he screamed in pain. "Why are you doing this!" The whole room then caught on fire from the explosion.Fillian stood up menacingly and his eyes filled with devilish and angelic at the same time. He grabbed his knife from his vest, and said. "Enjoy life, do everything to make life enjoyable. And live happily, remembering those happiness." He paused for a bit to chu