Ghwyr was still fighting for his life as his body froze on the cold floor. But the more he tried to move his body, the more he realized he wasn’t able to do anything. His heart was beating violently as the sound of the razor-sharp nails came closer to him.
He became more anxious when he heard the two alternating sounds of the claws from two directions. There was more than one of it and now, he might be eaten by the two monsters. Unable to do anything about it, he closed his eyes and prayed once again, in hopes that the monsters would end him quickly.
He could hear the other one growling just a few feet away from him. It sounded angry, as it should be after what he did. It screeched and hissed before hearing its footsteps charging towards him. Just as he was about to be mangled by the monster, he felt someone grabbed him by the shoulders.
“Light force shield!” The voice came sounded like a woman. “Your turn, guys!” She shouted enthusiastically.
Ghwyr was able to slightly open his eyes and to his surprise, he saw three men jumping towards the silhouette of the monster. He couldn’t see them as much, but as far as what he saw, the man in the middle towered the other two beside him.
“Oh, Lady Dian Ceto, I open up my heart to thee.” The woman laid her hands on Ghwyr. “Take pity in your creation and show him your generosity. Heal.” She uttered the prayer completely.
He felt a warmth spreading inside his body. It felt like a mother’s hug, but it was so much more. His faltering eyesight became clearer once again. The heaviness and pain he felt all over his body was slowly alleviated. He tried moving, but his body was still under the effects of the poison.
“Hold still, good ser.” The woman said. “We need to clear your body of the poison, and I won’t be able to help you if you keep on moving around.” Her voice sounded sweet even if she tried her best to sound stern.
“W-who… a-are… you…” Ghwyr asked in his husky voice.
“Stop, asking questions for now… good ser.” The woman answered. “But if it pleases you, my name is Frejr… Frejr Summerchild. Now, please, relax and close your eyes while I heal you.” She said calmly.
Ghwyr didn’t ask anymore questions. He closed his eyes and feel the sensation of the warm light slowly healing him. About a few minutes into the healing process, he felt his stomach flipping again. Disobeying the woman, he turned to the side and vomited the remnants of the vile liquid that he accidentally drank earlier. After doing it, he felt better than he was earlier.
“Alright, I think you’re all healed.” She said enthusiastically.
“Thank you…” He turned around and was speechless for a moment.
The woman who healed her was so beautiful, it had him speechless for a moment. Her golden hair flowed freely down her shoulders. She had golden eyes that shimmered brightly along with the golden light she emitted earlier. She had an oval face with an aquiline nose, and full, pink lips that added to her unearthly beauty. Ghwyr might have seen a few beautiful women while being on the capital, but their beauty couldn’t compare to her.
She wore a breastplate over a blue robe that exposed her arms. It was a weird choice of clothing, but it suited her well. That you wouldn’t notice how awfully weird it truly was.
“Are you still hurt?!” She asked while putting her warm palm over his forehead.
“N-no… I am doing… well.” He shook his head and answered as quickly as he could. “W-why are you here?! There’s a strong beast—”
“Don’t worry about me…. Well, about us…” She smiled. “You are in good hands. We were sent by the King to investigate these sewers and kill a rogue mon—” Before she could finish, another woman appeared from the shadows and smacked her head.
“Ouch!” Frejr exclaimed.
“Shut your trap, Frejr… you know this was supposedly a secret.” The girl in a stern and cold voice said.
“Oh, sorry… Narjuna! I almost forgot… hehe.” She turned around and smiled at the other woman.
The other woman she called Narjuna was enveloped in the shadows. There was only a portion of her face that unveiled, and even then, she had her face covered in a violet velvet cloth.
“A klutz as always.” Narjuna rolled her eyes. “Is this halfling fully healed?” She asked the golden-haired woman.
“Yes, he is fully healed.” Frejr nodded.
“Good.” The other woman slowly nodded. “Now, tend to those guys!” She pointed at the other three men battling the monster.
Ghwyr turned around and saw the three men, fighting the monster. The monster seemed to be having difficulty against the three men, especially the towering, muscular one who wasn’t using any weapons other than his fists.
“Bjorn! Are you sure you want to continue with the wager?” Narjuna shouted. “Your hands seemed to be bleeding.” She teased.
“Ha!” The big man’s voice boomed. “I wouldn’t let you win, Narjuna!” He said while punching the monster on the gut then connected a cross on the face.
Looking at the overconfident man made Ghwyr wince. The monster was far too powerful for the bunch of them, how much more with only three men fighting it?
“Ha! You missed!” Bjorn evaded its claws and kicked in on the chest. “And I though this was dangerous.” He scoffed.
The monster tumbled to the floor where the other two men made their own attacks. Both of them cut off the monster’s tails making the creature screech in pain.
“Was that all that you got?” The big man said. “I am still not sweating! Come on, do your worst.” He taunted the monster.
The monster stood up once again and screamed at them before lunging at them. The big man smiled and caught it by the neck, before smashing it hard on the stone floor.
“There you go, ya freak.” The big man grinned. “Lemme finish you off!” He held the monster with his other hand while his companions secured its appendages, stabbing their swords on each arm and leg preventing it from moving.
The strong man effortlessly yanked the monster’s head out of its body and smiled to him.
“There you go, kiddo.” He tossed the head towards him. “A souvenir for your troubles.” He said.
“Kiddo?” The stern lady squinted at the brawny man. “You called him a kiddo?! I can’t… I just can’t!” She shook her head while massaging the bridge of her nose. “What did I say wrong this time?” The brawny man asked. “Bjorn… let me remind you that WE couldn’t afford another discriminatory complaint from the Guild!” She said. “This man right here is a halfling. Not a child and definitely not a dwarf! Please, get your words sorted!” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh, is he a halfling?” The man approached him and leaned over as he squinted his eyes. “He does look like a child… no offense, kiddo.” He smiled and patted his shoulder. “By the gods! This is why we couldn’t have nice things!” The woman rolled her eyes. “What would you say the next time you see a halfling? A kiddo? A gal? A lad?! The last time I recalled, you call a dwarf a kid wearing a thick mustache!” She pointed at him. The brawny man laughed. “It was a good joke.” He nodded at the other men behind him. “It wasn’t Bjor
Ghwyr still couldn’t believe the chance that he has. It was like Lady Salidas had smiled upon him and gave him a chance to become an honorary part of one of the greatest parties the Guild has every had. The party of the Iron Bears was most renowned for their recklessness and bravery. Some would call them heroes while partly panned as fools by those whom they have come across.If they were who they say they were, then, the big man he had talked to earlier was undoubtably Bjorn Bearskin. The only known berserker in the kingdom. A man famous for his crazy deeds as much as the heroic feats he had made throughout his illustrious career.He felt happy and nervous at the same time to be with such prestigious group. Bjorn assigned him along with the golden-haired healer, Frejr and the mysterious swordsman only known by the name, Arenviel. These members were fairly new to his party. The original members disbanded at the same time that he decided to travel to Evalom.Ghwyr couldn’t forget that
“How many are still standing?” Arenviel shouted to Bjorn.“Couldn’t count ‘em all.” The big man answered while smashing together two monster heads. “But I could sure tell there still a lot of them.” He smiled.“I might run out of arrows.” Tersextes shouted from the back. “Looks like they are far too many.” He reported.“Good! Because I am still warming up.” Bjorn laughed and charged towards the monsters. His strong arms were enough to cut through the swarm. He mowed the monsters and pushed them back. “Keep up, kiddo!” He shouted to Ghwyr, who was fighting earnestly, swarmed by a few monsters of his own.The halfling couldn’t see as much, especially with a small group of the monsters have ganged up on him. However, he didn’t waste the opportunity to showcase the skills he had got from training alone in their wild forest.Using that very knowledge, he tried his best to evade the wide claw slashes and stabbing attacks the monsters did. He dodged one more attack and swung his axe on the c
The morning was unusually cold as Ghwyr opened his eyes. To his surprise, he was welcomed by a very familiar ceiling. The crisscrossing patterns of the dried and weaved river reeds was a staple ceiling in his hometown.He closed his eyes once again, trying to dream about the saga of his short-lived life as a hero.“One stab at the heart…” He thought. “That’s all it needed to put me down.” He sighed in disappointment.He really wanted to become a great hero. That was his very reason why he left home and struggled in the capital. He left his post as a townsguard because of that same reason. He cleaned toilets, scrubbed floors, feed horses, and other mundane stuff that the Guild would request of him, if that was what it took him to get a higher-ranking badge.Wait a second! He should still be in the capital, right?!Ghwyr opened his eyes and realized that after a few minutes of contemplation. He sat up on his bed and looked around the room. He was at his room, but it was a little differe
“I—I… I’m… alive?” Ghwyr asked as he gritted his teeth from the painful wound. “W-what… happened…” He lowered down his voice to avoid painful spikes in his stomach.“Should I start from the very beginning?” The elf asked. “Or do you just need the details of those last few moments?” He asked.“I… I… remembered… everything….” Ghwyr tried moving but was stopped by the elf. “Except those few moments.” He sighed.The elf stared at him. His face wrinkled from trying to figure out what he should say to him.“Well, obviously…” He pointed at the bandaged wrapped around Ghwyr’s stomach. “You got stabbed… through and through… never seen anything like it before. I’m talking about the size of the wound.” The elf holstered back his knife on his leg pocket and ate the apple.“How… b-big… is it?” Ghwyr tried looking down at his wound.“Big enough for me to think you’re a goner.” The elf answered.Ghwyr looked at the elf, then came back to look at the huge bandaged wrapped on him. His face painted a l
The days became torturous to Ghwyr as he waited to be summoned by the guild master once again. He stayed on his bed at the infirmary, trying to put his bearings at ease. Even with the accompaniment of Frejr and Bjorn of the Iron Bears, the days were far from calm. If he was ever given a chance to choose, he would’ve chosen to be done with the verdict, rather than wait for the guild’s intensely slow pace. Frejr made his time worthwhile though, smiling at him and talking to him like a close friend would. She would often make him meals and encourage him to heal faster (not that his body would do that on a whim!) and made him comfortable throughout the painful waiting and healing process. “Cheer up, Ghwyr!” She said while cleaning his wound. “Your wounds are healing better now and just like this; Bjorn and the others should be able to gather the evidence they need to set you free from this predicament.” She sweetly smiled. “Why would they do that far for me?” He asked. “You already heal
“So, tell me, the events of what happened inside the tunnel...” The inquisitor ordered the so-called witness. “From the beginning, Jonah of Bottom-trodden.” He added. The so-called survivor and witness looked around the room and took a glance at Ghwyr before he began his story. “It started when the guild master posted a job for us on the bounty board…” He began. The man had a long and winding story. It seemed that he had tailored a very intricate lie and thought it be very convincing to the ones listening, it might be but who knows? He didn’t believe in every single word the man uttered. To him, everything was just purely noise. A nuisance blabber that he knew he could crush with his truth. However, he had a very bad feeling about something. He couldn’t place his finger into it but as the supposed witness was speaking, he felt a cold shiver down his spine. The same shivers he had when he was inside that wretched tunnel. In the back of his mind, he could feel his doom, but he remain
“Agghhhhh!” The monster roared from inside the circle.“W-what are you doing to him?!” The guild master frantically shouted at the inquisitor. “You’re hurting him!” He tried approaching the pained monster.“Him? Can’t you see, he isn’t what he says he is!” The inquisitor said. “Open your eyes, Coytel! This is not Jonah of Bottom-trodden.” He pointed at the miserable creature.“Let him go!” The guild master’s voice suddenly turned shrill and sinister. “Let him go or I kill all of you!” He snarled at them and revealed his inhumanly fangs.Ghwyr froze in shock and terror. Who would have thought that kind of monster could mimic itself into a human? He certainly didn’t know until that point.The guild master’s face started to contort as a portion of his face protruded grotesquely. His cheeks tore from his skin, revealing a woody and mossy bone. His upper body grew and hunched, revealing his pulsating muscles on his back. His veins grew big and protruded from his face down his neck but that