Chapitre 24: Reiza
Does size matter? Could they be stronger because they are bigger than us? Could they hold more soul power because of that? No, they are a threat if we let them be? And so the seven kingdoms had decided to exterminate the race of Giants from the world.
It has been five hundred years ever since and now a man and a dragon found themselves at the Valleys of the Giants in the magical forest.
"Damn, Brat Get Off Me." said the small dragon as he struggled underneath the big oaf which was Roho.
" Did you think for a second I would forget about you? Evil Dragon! How naive do you take me for?" Roho scoffed as he got up. "Damn it I should have worn some warm clothes." He shivered as he closed up the buttons to his opened cloak.
The dragon flapped his wings and smirked. His sharp teeth and dark features pictured him more terrifying in the minds of the beholders. "What a weak body the humans possess. The dragon race feels no cold or heat."
Ark was proud of his heritage and he had every reason to be so for the body of the dragon can withstand the harshest conditions of the world's environment. However, for the other races, they fared worse except for the Siris who train their body and souls to the extreme.
Bitterly cold and humid- every surface, every blade of grass and twig frozen, with every step Roho took pieces of grasses and twigs shattered underneath his large red boots. The place they landed unto was a massive hole with frozen walls as high as fifteen metres. Occasionally a breeze of freezing air would pass through licking at his face and creep underneath his clothes.
Roho shivered as he rubbed his hands together. When he gazed into the distance, low fog that clings onto the air hiding that which preyed on the trespassers.
" What of this place? I thought we were teleporting to the magical forest." Roho said.
" What better way to know than viewing it from the sky," said Ark as he flapped his two black-scaled wings each a span of five metres wide. Pieces of frozen grass and twigs cracked from the force of his ascend.
As Roho gazed into the distance fog a strange scene had started to unfold. The fog changed shape as it gave birth to different types of beast. And not just any beasts but undead ones with pieces of rotten meat hanging from their body. Some were fully skeleton with no meat at all. Their eyes were the colour of the fog deprived of any consciousness.
Roho smacked his golden gauntlet." At least this ought to serve to warm me up."
meanwhile deep within the forest where the survivors of poor town are currently heading to. Therein was a small wooden hut built on what seemed like a huge bridge made of bricks and underneath was a stream of water with a school of fishes within it. Two imposing statues on either side of the wooden hut. They looked so true and real to be just a statue. Each of them held a sword on either of their hands and a scroll on their mouth.
Flowers unique to the forest and those known to the outside world all grew in here. A desirable scent and a serene peaceful place. This is the feeling that it gave off. Exotic animals such as the blue-horned deer and pink-pig all gazed within this fenced region. But yet the humongous red tree that overshadowed the whole region with its wide leaves and thick branches stood out of place. " The tree of the truth," they call it. In some parts of the world, a branch of the red tree is worshipped for protection and power. Alas, it's fate was sealed when it had grown on the territory of the Red Witch.
At the trunk of the tree past the small wooden hut stood four people. They seemed agitated and worried. This was the family of the Red Witch and the dwellers of Salam village. Three of them were female and the other was a man. Their skin was that of the night sky and grey clothes of fur from the rarest beasts and a woollen coat which draped over their shoulder, reaching all the way to the ground.
" Where is she? It has been ten minutes past the awakening time." asked the man. His voice was deep and commanding. His huge bouncy afro hair swayed with the wind and had a traditional piercing on his left ear, and strange markings on his upper body.
The three females looked exactly alike and it would be hard for anyone to tell them apart had it not been for the differences in the hairstyle.
Bahati was the name of the oldest of the triplets. She was nervously walking in circles. Her figure was indeed beautiful with a tinge of masculinity oozing off her.
" It does not matter whether she is here or not. Ugly Mary is of no concern to us," she said after she stopped abruptly.
The man had a brief change in his expression but then went right back to his normal nonchalant expression.
He said, "We haven't had any visitors for so long and mother said to welcome them accordingly."
The group changed a few more words before entering inside the trunk of the tree.
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At the entrance of the magical forest, 'Dragon ridge.' The sky ripped apart and within the darkness, two men appeared and begun falling down as the sky mended itself and returned to the original state.
" I knew this was a bad idea. Why did you drag me into this? I am but just a lowly merchant" said one of them shouting with all of his soul. " God if you save me! I shall definitely put a stop to all of my bad habits! No, I will become a monk! Save me!" He shouted as he fell.
Who else could be the other man except for the bartender with such a calm and calculative look even in this situation? ' SHIELD ARROW' Dark blue arrows formed and surrounded both men. It looked like a meteorite falling down on the ridge. Behold the meteorite with fire the colour of the sky as it broke and snapped the bones that littered the ground in halves. The Shield Arrow absorbed all the impact leaving behind a dent on the myriad of bones.
Cracks have begun forming in the circular shield of the dark blue arrows.
"The famous merchant Reiza the dreadful is to become a monk! If merchants of the wastelands were to hear that. Wouldn't they be delighted?" said the bartender with a smirk on his lips.
Reiza! a cunning merchant of the wasteland, He had made his name famous across all the territories of the big four clans and beyond. His stature short in height but an extra layer of fat on his skin made him look chunkier. He was clothed in a fine green wool coat with a pelt of a dire wolf draped over his shoulder. A short green woollen pant and high green boots on his feet. They say," Green is the colour of merchants." He also had four rings of gold and silver, two on each hand. His golden-blonde hair became all frowzy. His round face was drenched in sweat and so was his body.
His mouth was wide open as he gasped for air. The two-golden front teeth were eye-catching more than anything for it was an unusual thing to see in the wastelands. Reiza; a cunning man who loves to flaunt his wealth in front of others.
He looked around, this unusual and unknown place full of bones and whatnot sent shivers down his curved spine. His vision poor as the Ridge is a place hazy with mist at all times.
" What God-forsaken place is this? " he asked. Every step he made broke some of the small and soft bones. The Dark blue shield snapped breaking into pieces as it disappeared into thin air.
"If memory serves me right? this is the 'Dragon Ridge' entrance to the magical forest of Congolene." said the bartender. " I was hoping we wouldn't fall here."
The merchant stopped in his track and frowned. His bushy brows arched. His teeth started cluttering and grinding. This was one of his habits whenever he felt anxiety or fear.
" The graveyard of the Dragons! The entrance to the magical forest! The ridge of darkness ever protecting the forest! Mighty names of history have disappeared on this very place. Never to reach the forest! Oh dear Lord, I am doomed." he said as he fell on his knees crying.
The Bartender's attention was elsewhere as he gazed deeply into the mist. " Stop your wailing and run. Something is coming we need to run!" he shouted.
The merchant stood up swiftly and didn't even think about anything as he started running after the bartender.
" What is it? What's coming?" he asked nervously.
The bartender looked back and brought himself to a halt. " We won't be able to outrun them. Might as well face them in battle. Ready Yourself dreadful merchant."
" What! Battle surely you jest Ser. " said the merchant with a nervous smile forming in his lips.
" Here they come."
The sounds of it came first, shrills and the flapping of wings. It was the horrible beasts that ripped apart the Galdura birds and run in fear from the unusual thing that had started to occur in the forest.
This was the place they called home and when they heard the wailings of the merchant. Their stomach grumbled with happiness. There is yet another prey to be eaten or so they had thought.
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The discarded town that was never part of the city. It was here that Keiser had first landed and had his first battle, It was here where he met those that shall conquer the unknown with him. However, This was no longer a town but just debris and pieces of wood left as a remnant. The fight between the two had already reached its conclusion. The cloudy sky had cleared up and the huge smoke has disappeared.
Inside what was once the most famous bar in Poor Town or whatever pieces that were left of it kneeled a man. The muscles in his well-carved face twitched, his veins bulging, eyes red as blood as he groaned and moaned in pain. He gripped whatever that was left of his right hand and pressed on it heavily. " To stop the bleeding I need to close and pressure the wound. Damn you BeniAman! I will have revenge for this humiliation." He shouted as he closed tight the wound with a piece of cloth.
The fight was one-sided and utterly dominated by Jerry. It only took the time to take ten steps to defeat the clan leader. The place is still bathed with the residues of his lightning power. He sliced off his hand and churned it into oblivion. " A hand for a hand." he had said before he disappeared.
The white silk robe that he wore was now but all ruined. It had turned reddish and was ripped off in places. The clan leader of the Usman Clan. A man that was as stout as the immovable mountains, Eyes of crimson red that instilled deep fear into the hearts of many and was well past his prime, in his late forties.
He rose as he threw curses until he reached where his subordinates, the Enforcers awaited guarding the body of their division commander by his order. He gazed at them sending cold air to the very souls of this men. They were truly scared! For the clan leader looked like a mad man this day.
" Follow your commander to the afterlife. There is no more use for your here." He said before he engulfed them all in a massive waterball the size of a small meteorite.
What a horrifying way to die, each holding their necks and splashing the water as they run out of the air but alas after a short while they had all died leaving behind only wet corpses of what was once the proud Enforcers.
The clan leader was as cold as ice for he did not even feel a thing as he took the life of his men but rather satisfied he could vent his frustration out.
The division commander Vespa's body was covered by a familiar cloak. He wrapped his body around with water and lifted him off as he strode towards the city.
" It will cost me a fortune to get a new hand. If only he hadn't burned my hand into thin air! Misfortunes upon him." he said as he walked further and further from the town.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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