The Legend of Igashu and Epala

The Ability of Black Ulysses

Chapter 6 The ability of a Black Ulysses

On the island of these three nations, Subartu, Elba, and the Akkad empire. In the legend, a serpent was hidden across the village that was constructed by the said Averchinari. A healer who can forge healing bases such as body, soul, mind, and spirit. They are supposed to be a guide spirits without a soul, once dead will perish in the entire universe. Epala, also known for her dragon figure, is titled by Igashu from her dragon form. Her scales were dark as her shadow, and her eyes gleamed like ice in blue, with her huge size over 26 feet long. Her wings and tails were rendered as an average size of a tree. Moirai is Epala's human figure. Her hair was long enough to reach her tail and her clothes looked like a rug, a fold-over bodice with straps and laces around her neck, tied. A rents sleeves with wooden jewelry on her wrist. Thick belts around her waist, fitted pants with straps, and laced knee boots on top of her draped fabric wardrobe. And her personality you cannot eat, she never draws a smile on her face but only a glimpse of her madman look.

Her eyes were tiny little ones with big doe eyes, her nose was pointed nose tip with downward turned lips. Her pale skin and her furious looks made her more attractive and addictive, wearing her favorite blue clothing dress.

While Cyrus wore high-collar sleeves and a hooded tunic. Fine, close-fit shirt and armbands wrapped on his arms. Stitches gloves with a wooden belt. His clothes were parted at the hips, revealing his leg. And his lower wardrobes were close-fit sacks and retailed boots. His hair was seen to be curly and long. His eyes with big doe one with a high nose bridge whose lips were red as a rose. Wearing brown-colored clothing for a man like him. Igashu wore a loose open collar with a blue draped scarf wrapped around his neck. His loose poet-style shirt with open elbow-length sleeves with gems. His high torso brown pants with two belts rolled all over his waist and his decorative lacing and boots. And for the royal blood, prince Artemis Guanyin, son of the sixth emperor of the Akkad empire. He's tall and white in his dress-wearing long fabric drape with his golden crown on top of his head. An onyx and diamond band and tattoos on his arm and chest. His diamond pendant with silver chain, jade jewelry on his wrist, and his tunic folded over held by a rope that was looped over his waist, open along his leg line with a long generous fit below. Revealing his chest and stomach muscles. His curly long hair is clipped in half.

"Put one's finger onto them and show me where to track them down, I must take a visit to my precious gems" Winona murmured. "You are the third person I will be sending, and for the third time. You must take a dragon's power, concealing it into your body, consume them and lend it back to me, and for granted, I will give you a present in return." Winona added, uttering a phrase next to a man who was bending his head before her throne in a silhouette sight. "By all means, ladyship" Hill retorted in a witty remark. Placing his hand on top of his forehead, with a slight curve sign, expressing his courtesy and respect. "You may leave" Winona uttered. Hill Gastrell, is a he-man or a well-built muscular man, his brown wavy long hair reaching his broad shoulder, and his beard covering his lower face. Those eyes shine in brown hazel berries, matching his tanned skin beauty. He then commenced, embarking from the island of Fiasco mountain. Launching to an island of the three nations. Passing from the Subarto empire to the Akkad empire. As he ambled his step further, the community kept on eyeing his posture, looks, and his manner, title-tattling his presence inside the village. "You have arrived, you must be Hill. I have heard to the ladyship upon authorizing you to come and join the hunting." Naomi mumbled, addressing his presence along the virgin aisle village. "You must be Naomi, the ladyship has asked for both of you, and Igashu" Hill made in reply. "Igashu?" Naomi raised a question. "He keeps on disappearing from my sight, I wonder if he'd notice my intent" Naomi added, crossing her arms across her bosom. The two of them stood beside the fences, chatting in front of the virgin aisle village, having a dreadful conversation as they utter a phrase relating to their mission. "Naomi? What are you doing here? And who could be this man?" Moirai raised an exceptional question. "He's a friend of mine, I just met him at the end of this village" Naomi replied. "Have we met before? You look familiar, " Moirai added. "We probably met a year or two, I guess," Hill answered back. "Is that so?" Moirai added. The three of them lurk back in their domicile while Amaya and her subordinates afford to start a commotion, relating to their missing warrior who was said to have been feeble for days. It appears that Igashu was seen lurking inside the Akkad palace, leading Amaya to join his sudden visit. "Igashu, what makes you come and visit the palace?" Amaya raised a question. "I was looking for Moirai, it was said that Ace is nowhere to be found after an hour" Igashu replied. "You mean that boy who creeps behind your back?" Amaya added. "What do you mean?" Igashu exclaimed, raising his eyebrows. "The last time I went to visit the Lockwood village, I caught a glimpse of him tailing you behind, but he lost track of you," Amaya confessed, compelling Igashu into confusion. "By the way, are you willing to join my force, just for a month?" Amaya expanded. "What for?" Igashu reacted with confusion. "Never mind" Amaya retorted, dashing back to his subordinates when Igashu took a chance to catch up with Amaya's wrist, uttering the phrase that leads Amaya from halting and fleeing the site. "I volunteer upon joining your force" Igashu requested. "That is a wicked decision, tomorrow will be the beginning of your training session. We shall meet at the training arena" Amaya mumbles. "aye" (confessed to convey a yes)

The next day, Igashu left the Lockwood village, pony trekking on his horse to the Akkad palace for his training session. "You have arrived, now enter the stadium of the dead, where your combat training occurs," Amaya uttered her phrase with a serious gaze at Igashu, revealing a dreadful aura.

The primary preparation session will be related to philosophy, which implies information coming from a rookie like you. This portion will test your knowledge upon perusing the circumstance of where you begin and conclude the battle. You must pay attention to the points of interest appearing from diverse viewpoints, species, times, and places. You must master each course to outlive it in case you ever get misplaced during the voyage. You must know on the off chance that the natural product, trees, water, and land are secure sufficient to dwell. If an individual can be trusted or not. To begin with, this step might take a week or two before the given week. Today, you'll be entering the white bridge village, to cover up for combat preparation for the likes of you. You may be sent after the discourse and emerge yourself inside that town. I will acknowledge your effort if you'd make it in three days. After that, I will be discussing with you the punishment of not being able to elude the primary mission as a learner. A warrior must learn how a river streams, and where the war zone starts, you simply have one course, connect with the stream of whether you'd kick the bucket or live within the conclusion. On the battlefield, there is no turning back, you'll realize that once you are declared a full-fledged fighter." Amaya murmured. "Aye, warrioress (a female warrior) Igashu was then sent to the white bridge village, confidentially.

"You'll meet someone who will guide you behind the trees, subsequently, you must pay attention to that individual once he begins expressing a state alluding to your preparation," Amaya included. "Aye," Igashu replied, baring himself to the white bridge town where narrow trees can be caught a glimpse of next to the road. Igashu strode himself with bold steps towards the covered-up village, blurring

absent from the sight of his subordinate who took a stand in their shadow upon sending him to his to, begin with a mission.

Igashu's P.O.V

I was strolling on my step forward, seeing the atmosphere I sensed as I tried to push myself more into this covered-up village. I took note of unusual gazes coming from behind the trees, an odd feeling that made me want to go back to where I came from. I stride and stroll further and encourage myself to meet the person Amaya just mentioned, but an hour or two have passed by, and do not indeed capture a glimpse of a shadow prowling inside this village. Afterward, I take note of how the sun has begun to set, and the aisle I am strolling in has begun to be concealed, no other lights can be seen but the flash of the sun hitting on the land. Here I am, lurking under the beauty of the moonlight hitting my shade, certain areas, borders, streams, and aisles I see, no one is around but a gaze I felt, following behind my footstep. I am not deserted in this shade of dusk. This can be beyond any doubt, a portion of my preparation. Subsequently, I must lure this person. I stride hastily, looking behind my shadow, taking after the stream of the river. I hid behind the bushes, pulling out my dagger with a sensible snatch beneath my stash, crunching down with these feet I have, putting an effort to wrinkle my eyebrows, and decided to capture this individual. I was fully prepared to capture it when a clasp of a hand linger on me. Snatching my shoulder from behind, wrapping my mouth from yawping, and pulling me into the haziness. I shut my eyes amid the abduction and unfold them with magnificence as I catch a glimpse of these flowers that blooms appearing before me, mesmerized by their beauty, capturing my eyes, dazed by their aura. All of a sudden, a voice of a woman resounded inside this massive log, expressing a pleasing calm voice. Her hair flicks as she saunters toward me, and a mole on her face uncovers gradually as she starts approaching my spot. That fabric clothing vacillates inside this cozy spot as she looms at me. "You shall not be tamed from their charm, a manner of death awaits your energy." A phrase was uttered by her. "These flowers will consume your energy, leaving no traces of your spirit and soul. This flower was called the Black Ulysses, an evil flower that hangs its leaf with its flower blooming in blue crystal petals with a black stem being rooted in its soil. It retains your energy by staring at its beauty, devouring the aura coming from your eyes. The eyes will be the passageway of a spirit walking, traveling to another individual. The eyes were the supreme path of a spirit walking, for it has the ability to enviousness." She mumbled, clarifying her phrase. I snap myself back to my senses after giving attention to the phrase she uttered, heeding her notion concerning the area. "I was once a soothsayer before the dragon's refusals, our kind was the king's classified disciple who warns of the threat of the king's ruling in the future, we conduct an individual notion to the king's fortune and success. We can peek at the past event and even at the future after using the crystal ball," she added. "I shall presently pronounce openly to you, the journey you may be standing up to amid your preparing session. You might not take a glimpse of stunning creatures, never tune in to the voice lingering inside your thoughts, and never take the easiest path, those are the most crucial moments that will drive you to your downfall. Continuously scan and examine the area, the individual, and the total circumstances, and continuously acknowledge your instincts, in the end, it'll never deceive you." Those are the highlights of the phrase she uttered. After that, I woke up next to the riverside, laying on my stomach attached to the ground. I coughed and lifted myself on the ground, taking notice of the zone, it was clear and calm, and feathered creatures may well be paying attention to chirping down the passageway. The sound of the bushes swinging with the breeze and the stream of the waterway lingers in my ears. I stood upon my spot and started to saunter my steps, strolling down the area when I took note of a rumbling sound within the bushes, sneaking behind. Afterward, it steadily rose behind the trees, dashing to bump into my spot. Fortunately, I was able to avert the assault, sending the shadow down the surface. I ran and drove myself to the rocks, recalling the cautions of the soothsayer, sauntering myself inside the timberland to maintain a strategic distance from distractions. I stayed there for days, snatching a stick from the trees, practicing my sword battle, and preparing myself for the war zone and conceivable assault inside of this village. I recall the portion in which Amaya was preparing her troopers, clenching their fist to the weapons they were utilizing, swinging them into the air, head strike, heart strike, and stomach strike. Those are the significant assaults that will anticipate your opponent from ambushing you. But the foremost basic strike will be the eyes, the nose, the throat, and the hips. In that way, the opponent will be empowered to battle back, having the highest possibility to win in combat. I practice those strikes a thousand times using the trees. I practice a handful of moves and traps amid my preparation, with diverse styles in each move. one-of-a-kind ways of battling my opponent's conceivable attack. And mastering the sound of the sword swinging in the air. I bent a human figure within the tree, the same measure as mine, shaping eyes from the leaf, a petal rendered as the mouth, and a nose utilizing the stick, the same as the arms and legs. I whack and smack the straw man figure and cut it in half, leaving red marks on my palm. Kicks and twirls, pushing the figure absent. I at that point undertook to practice jabbing the straw man, wielding my dagger and blades to its stomach. Leaving traces of the leaf behind the ground. After mastering my skill, I initiated to travel back to the passageway and proceeded to stall behind the trees after the rain dropped dead to the ground, splashing mud on my skin. A cold breeze grasps my body, making me shiver in the cold. I spend my day stowing away within the branches of these massive trees.

End of Igashu's P.O.V

Epilogue

Winona, Hill, and Naomi can be caught a glimpse of them chattering inside the white bridge village. capturing a dog and donating it to their ladyship who lusts and longs for a serpent for a long time. "A serpent who conceals its form into a pooch to prevent it from being captured. Alas, I can presently devour your soul using the Black Ulysses. After consuming a thousand souls, trapping them inside this flower. I will nourish myself and get to be a dominant mender of our tribe. Without the assistance of our ancestor, I shall not be horrified from perishing, for I can now dwell and outlast the depressing possession conveyed by the Emovinorioms. With the help of this flower, I can absorb all the souls being tangled inside the Black Ulysses" Winona mumbles with a smirk on her face, revealing the flower next to the pooch who was trembling in fear. Eyes that shed a drop of tear, in one's own time turning into a pale skinny feral, tilting its head with cracks, hissing at Winona who shed a drop of drool on his mouth. Hill reveals a straight face after seeing the whole scenario, learning how the feral commences, running wild to the Townley, and attacking weakling humans. "So this can be how the feral was renewed, consuming their soul and clearing out from lurking within the Townley. If I knew it from the beginning, referring to the feral attack, on the off chance that I had enough awareness associating with the serpents, my princess wouldn't have passed on before me, on the off chance that I was powerful enough to imprison the feral from attacking Esme, she wouldn't have passed on that night." Hill whispered. "Ladyship, we shall presently depart before the townsfolk take notice of us vanishing from the site, even though they were seeking out Ace, one of the townsfolk of the Lockwood village. we would like to request to withdraw before causing inconveniences in the future" Naomi retorted. "Do so, for I will be taking pleasure from the blessing I have gotten from Hill and to you as well, Naomi" Winona mumbled. "It was a pleasure to send you gifts, leadership," Naomi included, leaning her head down to Winona who was reclining on her position of authority, looking at Naomi and Hill fleeing from the site. Whereas the ferals took a run to the woods, going up against Igashu inside the White Bridge Village.

Ambushing Igashu from nodding off on top of the branch, hanging his arms and legs whereas the feral initiated upon climbing up the tree, scratching out his claws as he climbs up to the branches, leading Igashu conscious and concluded by jumping down the tree, snatching his dagger from his stash, swinging it to the non-domesticated human figure who was firing on Igashu's spot. Twirling his dagger from his knuckles and clenching them close to his shoulder, the other one was pointing at the feral, uncovering his fearless gaze to the non-domesticated creature, fully prepared to battle back against the feral. The non-domesticated human dashes up to Igashu who ends up passing on from being jabbed in its throat, slashing to his nape. A massive thud was given attention after dropping dead on the ground, leading Igashu to capture the man behind his mask. "Ace?!" Igashu exclaimed after recognizing the mole behind his back, setting it within the center of his back. Igashu was left unspoken after the incident, dropping himself to the ground, and kneeling before the dead body of one of the townsfolk of their village. "How did this happen?!" Igashu whimpers, clenching his hair while swinging his body back and forth, wailing in terror. The pang of a man echoed down the aisle, horrified after slaughtering his neighbor.

End of Chapter 6