Chapitre 8: Chapter Eight
"I've missed you as well."
He got a handle on Vil's cheek and leant in nearer. Under the padded leaves of an orchid tree, they shared a kiss, their eyes shut and psyches and states of mind interlinked.
"I believe you should come visit me sometime in the not so distant future," said Vil.
"Sure I will, what ought to tell your guardians?"
"Give them this," said Vil, giving Mey a brilliant coin. "That will quiet them down, just come visit me at whatever point you need. I wouldn't fret."
Once more, mey grinned and kissed, "as you wish,
my master."
"Farewell!" said Mey, riding back home as Vil left the woods, toward home bound. He thought back once again as he saw the carmine standards of the knights of Alinor blur into an ocean of haziness, stewing out like a far off dream.
Stepping the bowstring back with a profound
breath, his delicate copper cheeks brushing
against the goose feathers, Mey handled an
bolt right at the focal point of the scarecrow,
conveying what would've been a final knockout
had it been an unarmoured, living objective.
"Great job, sovereign," reverberations of applauding filled
the dormitory; Mey separated his vision to look
at the young lady resting on the wooden
point of support.
"Be quiet, no doubt about it."
"Goodness, is she?" her twin sister showed up out of
no place, "or is it something different annoying
you."
Mey drew a moan of disappointment, "Arial, Niall,
for what reason can't both of you simply let me be?"
"Since we are your partners, and we do
not believe our valuable ruler should get injured," said
Arial in an irritating voice.
Mey winced his eyes, "I needn't bother with
securing, I'm a fighter!"
"You're not," Niall laughed, Arial joining her.
"You're an innocuous little cat, what will you
bring down your adversaries with? Those small
arms?"
"You plainly haven't seen me in battle," Mey
answered, "have you perceived how I battle?"
"Battling? Is that what you summon it when you run with him, go into the profundities of the
forests, rest up against a tree, and trade
sweet words and kisses and blessed
That's what reactions like?"
Mey's face went pale with frightfulness. "You spied
on us?"
"Obviously we did, what do you anticipate that we should
do? We're ace scouts."
Mey brought down his head, "kindly don't tell
father."
"Obviously not, would have no desire to demolish the
science among you, particularly
since it's Ruler Vilyánur we're discussing.
I swear in the event that you were a lady, he'd have
hitched you off to him, the manner in which he takes a gander at the
stupendous centurion himself."
"Damn it, presently I get a handle on left." said Niall. "Spare
no subtleties. Tell me of him."
"Ruler Meneldir will do that for us," said Arial.
"C'mon, portray him."
"Fine," said Mey, tossing his head back.
"Well... he is tall and smooth and beguiling,
skin like snow on elevated tundra, his hair long
also, dark, smooth and velvety, hanging down
his courageous head and onto his flexible, agile
body, perhaps of the best hair I have at any point seen,
that as well: weaved with the many gems of
dream, his eyes sparkle like stars of light blue,
igniting with the voltage of his spirit through
the dig holes and out."
Both of them gazed mindfully, a deft
shimmer in their eyes. "How was the kiss?"
"This is my very first kiss so I can't come close,"
Mey answered, "yet it was wet and delicate and
warm, I felt like I was taking off through the
sky."
They screeched out loud. "You are one fortunate
sovereign!"
"Kindly don't," Mey mentioned.
"Fret not," said Arial, Niall proceeded, "we will not
tell anybody. Likewise, have you seen him without
his defensive layer on?"
"All things considered, once..."
"Let us know more," they requested.
"He has a lean edge with fight scars everywhere,
not exceptionally wide and etched yet not my level
either, yet notwithstanding that he's all's serious areas of strength for as
as a bull. It was a shock to see him wrestle
mythical being men bigger than him and beat the competition."
"That is required from an officer," Arial answered,
"they can stroll for three days in a row without
food or rest, nevertheless figure out how to overcome a
mathematically prevalent adversary in fight."
"They can?" asked Niall in, "dislike I don't
trust you, sister, yet that appears excessively
in any event, for a person of their true capacity. Indeed how do
they endure that way?"
"The high-mythical beings of the Minyär Family are tough
society," Arial replied, smiling at Mey, "don't
stress however, I have an inclination Ruler Vilyánur
won't make our ruler bear that work, not
at the point when they can stop around evening time to have a good time
by the pit fire."
Mey ogled, "devil produces, avaunt!"
Like a whirlwind wind, the two vanished,
Yet again abandoning Mey in the sleeping enclosure.
He dropped his bow and respited upon the
case, his hands covering his fatigued face. I
can believe them, he thought, they will not tell
father anything, perhaps I can utilize them to my
advantage as well.
"My ruler?" an old voice called from the lobbies
outside, breaking his dream.
"Come in."
In came Daeron, Mey's second-in-order,
ruler of his disarray trackers - the regarded
band of daemon-trackers known all through
the landmass. "What is it, sibling?"
addressed Mey.
"We really want to discuss something, 'tis a
matter of worry that I should gather over
presently."
"Lead me," he said, following Daeron to the
Office of Procedure. Five trackers stood
there, accumulated in a semi-circle around the table.
"My master," they bowed half.
"What news?"
"We explored the site of the meteor crash,
as you asked us to, my ruler, and even past."
"Great, what have you gained from it?"
"This was not the first, nor the remainder of them."
A bizarre trepidation cleared up Meneldir's eyes,
"have you insight about a greater amount of them?"
The disorder trackers focused on one another in
alert, turning around to him and gesturing
thereof. "100 miles south of accordingly,
about a month prior the emissary tells."
"How enormous was it?"
"As large as an elk, blackish blue with veins of
light green separating the skin, or so he says."
Mey ground his teeth with apprehension,
"shadow-generate, this is sick news to be sure."
"Furthermore, what do you think these represent?" a
tracker addressed.
"I don't have the foggiest idea yet," said Mey, "yet something
so fell, it would quiet the breeze regardless the
water as it cruised by, even cow the trinity of
nature under its unholy impact."
The others saw him in dread, "what would it be a good idea for us to do then, at that point?"
"Get ready," said Mey, "in two days, I will leave for my companion; before the month's over I will be back."
The gatekeepers gestured, "do you really want us to give you organization?"
"No, my great men, I don't, for my predicament is of most extreme mystery, thus the obligation stays that you too should be quiet, let bird nor monster know of this discussion, save for those in this circle."
"Perceived!"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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