Hundreds of years ago ...
Radcliff ran between the desert and barren mountains without shoes. He was eight years old at the time. He was tall for his age because he was already one and a half meters tall. He was running in a black sleeveless shirt that opened at the chest and black pants knee-length. His feet moved swiftly up the rocks above the desert. His skin was tanned from sunburn. His spiky red hair fell a little messed up to his shoulders. His pair of ruby red eyes were radiant.
"Come on, hurry up!" exclaimed Radcliff to his friends. Two of his friends had fallen so far behind him that they only looked like black dots in the desert. The sun was almost setting.
"You're slow!" grunted Radcliff without slowing down his feet. He kept running towards his favorite place.
Since childhood, the fire clan members had received enough physical training so that their bodies were already perfectly muscular. Despite running a quite distance in the hot weather, Ra
Draco had been listening silently while thinking. He folded his arms across his chest and tapped his fingers on his chin. Things that seemed unrelated at first began to appear connected. He tried to connect each point of occurrence of events. Every encounter was like a path of destiny that one needed to walk.“In conclusion, Radcliff and Cassia had to come with Astrid and me to meet Lycus Lewis and ask for an explanation. And, you know how to find him because the elves were helping the sorcerer to hide. Am I right?" Draco asked in a calm tone.“Correct. You are right,” said Ruven Omanelis, grinning."What a coincidence!" cried Astrid in awe."There is no coincidence in this world," said Lenna Omanelis."All happens for a reason and by design," said Ruven Omanelis."By design? by who?""The universe," said Ruven Omanelis."I'm wondering if he can give me the answer too about myself," said Astrid."Time w
Keefe was huddled in prison with a cold, damp iron trellis. The smell of rotting mushrooms stung his nose. One of its wings was broken and torn. His usual dazzling and fragrant appearance was disheveled and sad. He noticed that dark magic filled this room with a suppressing aura. He tried to get magic energy out of his fingers, but Keefe could not release any energy. His chest felt tight, filled with deep despair. Keefe's ears were ringing, and he noticed traces of dried blood on the tip of his nose. His head ached from being hit by a hard blunt object until he lost consciousness. His clothes were torn and dirty. Whoever kidnapped him must have had considerable strength.On his head was a large, bleeding lump. His hair was sticky with dried blood.“Damn it! That guy hit me until I got hurt like this,” complained Keefe as he staggered to his feet.As a half-fairy, Keefe has the ability to heal his body faster than an ordinary human. However, the black
Bowen sighed as he led the way into the abandoned Metal Mining area. He didn't expect a return to Metal Mining this soon. To be honest, Bowen didn't want to have anything to do with Leonard anymore. However, he could not let Edmund go without a reliable navigator. Metal Mining's passageways were quite winding and dangerous. If someone went inside without adequate understanding, that person could get lost or get trapped in the mine without coming out alive.They had been walking, ducking, and crawling for hours in the narrow cobblestone alleys. Bowen brought a small group consisting of Edmund, Kyron, Al, and himself through a somewhat twisted route but safe enough to pass. Most of the way, they walked, groping the stone walls in the darkness. The road was meandering and up and down, making it hard to remember. Certainly, intruders who enter this area would immediately lose their way if they did not understand the mine map.Bowen's eyes were accustomed to seeing in the d
Bowen crawled as fast as he could. His old knee had not moved for a long time, so it felt stiff and a little weak. Continuous crawling made the hinges of his knee ache. His waist also felt a little sore. Damn old body! Bowen cursed silently. At a critical time like this, the joints in his body actually slowed down his movements. Bowen sat in the middle of the road, panting. His breath was not strong enough to continue the journey. His hands and knees felt sore from the friction with the ground and had made the surfaces of his hands and knees blistered and bleeding.What's he doing here? Why did he take a break and waste time while his friends were between life and death? Bowen cursed himself. Bowen sat down with his breath panting and sweat pouring down his face. He took a handkerchief to wipe his face. His eyes stung from the beads of sweat that had entered his eyes. His chest heaved and felt a little sore. His stiff muscles screamed with pain. He tried to catch his breath f
SLAM!The flick of the wind from the hellhound's tail wagging wildly had knocked Keefe hard against the rock wall. His back slammed hard against the stone wall until the rock cracked. Keefe's body slumped down limply. He had a pained expression on his face."Urgh!" Keefe groaned in pain."Keefe!" exclaimed Al as he ran over to him. He handed a bottle of dragon potion to Keefe, then drank a bottle for himself. Edmund and Kyron appeared to be doing the same thing.To fight those supergiant hellhounds, they needed to increase their strength quickly. Al glanced at the Chimera carcass. The monster laid motionless on the ground while draining black blood from its wounds. Luckily the Chimera didn't come back to life, and Al thought a little relieved to himself. Al watched the supergiant hellhound.Edmund and Kyron had started attacking, but the wounds of the attack immediately close. They both look exhausted. Al thought hard. He had an idea, but Al had to
The group of dwarves took a break while waiting for Keefe, Al, and Kyron to regain consciousness. Most of the dwarves moved back to the township, while only a few remained with Bowen to accompany Edmund. About sometime later, Keefe woke up from fainting."Aaaaaah!!!" screamed Keefe as he jumped up with a face full of fear and sweat.“Keefe! Calm down! It's me, Edmund!" cried Edmund, taking Keefe's shoulder and shaking him a little."Edmund? Are you really Edmund?" asked Keefe, still half-conscious."Calm down, and you are safe. Kyron is safe too," said Edmund soothingly."Oh, I had a nightmare," said Keefe, trying to take a deep breath."Drink it," said Edmund, handing him a bottle of healing water.Keefe gulped it down, and slowly the healing water replenished his energy."Edmund, we won?" asked Keefe as he looked left and right suspiciously, trying to look for signs of a black magic circle."Yes, we won. However,
Draco, Astrid, Radcliff, Cassia waited on the last floating rock in silence. They followed Gale's cue to wait patiently on the floating rock that didn't move. Before them only stretched a thin, endless mist. There was only a little light shining on the place.Gale stood silently on the rock for hours. His face seemed to be smiling with a calm expression as he closed his eyes. Gale meditated to collect magical energy in a relaxed manner.Astrid started yawning and nodding off in her seat. Draco gave his shoulder for Astrid to lean on. Cassia also sat cross-legged on the ground calmly while following Gale's meditation to absorb the magical energy contained in the air. Radcliff paced bored and restlessly."How much longer do we have to wait? I could die of boredom. It looks like a century has passed,” complained Radcliff. There was no timepiece in that place, so they didn't know how much time had passed. He threw himself to the ground, then laid down with his
Draco's eyes were fixed on the Dragon King spirit figure flying over the lake with grace and charisma. The aura of the dragon's magic power felt immense and majestic. A golden silver flash of lightning glistened within the transparent blue-sky dragon spirit body. The dragon's wings looked so majestic and beautiful. The blue-sky skin with gold-silver tendrils colors on Zergenth's wings looked so beautiful. He looked like the king of the sky who controlled the sunshine and the flash of lightning within his body. The figure of Zergenth looked so majestic and enchanting.“Father? Are you Zergenth, The Protector of The Sky?" Draco asked in disbelief as if he was looking at a mirage. His voice sounded hoarse and trembled slightly. His heart was beating even faster as he stared at the dragon spirit figure that so charismatic and majestic.“Yes, I am Zergenth. I am your father,” replied Zergenth in his deep, charismatic voice.Draco's feet moved toward