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Myn and Yaws

นักเขียน: Flower_the_Tyrant

บท 1: Chapter 1

In a rundown shack, the metallic smell of blood permeated the air, a woman was in labor with sweat constantly dripping down her face. She was trying to bring the child forth but the circumstances were quite difficult, to say the least as she could not afford to make a sound else forget about the child or herself, she would bring about the death of the old and young ones hiding together with her as dgraks were roaming the area.

In the village of Roktun, children were seen running around, women at stalls selling their goods, some men went out to hunt, farmers tending to their crops, and blacksmiths hitting, heating, cooling, and hitting the weapons they were forging.

A certain blacksmith, Brock Greenwood was on his usual morning routine. Checking the equipment that he has and the ores he would use to improve the weapons he was forging.

Roktun being situated near a mountain had unlimited and limited access to ores. Unlimited because the mountains were home to a lot of treasures and limited because only those in the Tier 2 category have the courage to go deeper into the heart of mountain to get the top quality treasures.

This time he was forging a broadsword, one that can act as a shield and at the same time give an explosive cut. After all, every blacksmith aims to forge weapons that can take down the gruesome dgraks efficiently, and with such an intention, he was going to forge both a lightweight material and a heavy and hot material into the sword. And with the precious materials that he found, thanks to the last expedition he joined into the mountains, he was able to get materials that he could use to achieve what he desired. The light material he was going to use was called Dria and its purpose was for a smooth cut also being lightweight made it very easy to handle and carry, and the heavy and hot material he will use was called Nyria and it was for the heat to be activated upon contact with the myn of the wielder and the heat will cause a damage to the Dgraks as Dgraks are known for their weakness towards heat, and the weight of the material to ensure it cuts cleanly.

With such a weapon, the wielder surely has a better chance of surviving thanks to the properties. It is not the best Brock can make but with the materials he has, that is the best he can do with it.

It was close to the evening, and the bustling areas of the village were reducing as everyone wanted to return home early. Stalls were gradually being closed, children were helping their parents pack up and then it happened. A tree is thrown straight into the center of the village thereby causing the statue of a valiant-looking man to shatter to pieces.

Chills ran down the spine of the ones that witnessed it and then chaos ensued.

With urgency, everyone moved, ran, and hid. Some went to the village head to ask for the underground shelter to be opened so that people could hide in it, while others decided to take weapons to fight the incoming threats. The village head then ran to his house to look for a beacon to signal a Dgrak attack hoping for a backup or any form of assistance from the neighboring villages. After he found it, he inserted his myn hoping to reach as far and wide as he could, and launched it. The object in the form of an orb then cracked as the myn was inserted after glowing for a while as a response that his request had been fulfilled. The other villages will receive the prompt in the form of a bell or an alarm and it will state clearly where it comes from.

A Warriors' Tower half a day's ride from Roktun also heard the prompt and they prepared themselves to go and assist.

Roktun should survive, right?

Brock Greenwood ran home quickly with the broadsword after completing it to check on his pregnant wife and for her to quickly move to a safer place. They live on the outskirts of the village and the safest place was the shelter but was it safe this time?

With dark silver skin, protrudes of bones on their thick arms and legs, standing upright with a long tail covered in crystals, boasting of a height of 9ft for the smaller ones and 12ft for the bigger ones, with eyes that gleam in red and white slitted pupil and when they open their mouths there were two rows of razor-sharp teeth, was the nightmare or predators of the people of Stenlis known as the Dgraks. Heading towards Roktun with the desire to flatten it and reap the harvests were these gruesome dgraks. And the people of Roktun were not planning on making it easy for them as their survival was on the line.

The men then gathered in groups each carrying a weapon whether swords, bows, arrows, or spears to defend against their Hunters. Then they went forth to meet them, and with the dgraks there was no tactic to be employed it was just brute force either they kill or they are killed and so it begins.

The men fought in succession, trying to destroy an elephant with the power of a million ants. The archers launched and covered the swordsmen, spearmen also rallied behind them. Each of them infuses their myn into the weapons and their running it through their body will serve as a boost to their speed and agility.

Myn is a powerful energy flowing through the citizens of Stenlis. It can either be controlled using weapons known as the Weapon-Myn Users. This involves infusing myn into a weapon that will change it into a more destructive form, or controlled by using the myn in other living things or even creating creatures from it known as the Art-Myn Users. They are more commonly known as Weavers as their art involves a lot of intricacies and meticulous control over the myn in their body and in their surrounding.

Being either takes a lot of hard work and control as it was more dangerous to be involved deeply with myn. It is not that it is unstable, it is just that its power is not to be trifled with. After all, myn is in everything in the world, myn is the life force of the planet, myn created everything and to have the desire to control such an amount is either one is insane or one is extremely favored by the world itself.

Several arrows launched, aimed primarily at the eyes and nostrils of the Dgraks, it would not kill them but it would reduce their killing range. The spearmen moved forward with their weapons and attacked their underbellies, the swordsmen parried with the Dgraks themselves thereby serving as a distraction for the others to attack.

The attacks raged on, and the men fought valiantly, but how could they keep up with such monstrosities?

Some of the Dgraks broke through and entered the village and their aim was surely to absorb the myn in each of them. And with their huge tail, it was quite easy to clear the obstacles since the crystals on them emit energy.

With such a breakthrough from the Dgraks, the villagers ran and ran but the shelter was starting to get full and with no one to stop the stray Dgraks it was starting to become unsafe because no matter how much they hid as long as myn ran through their body they will be sniffed out. So they can run all they want but if they do not kill they will be killed.

Brock Greenwood on his way with his wife to the shelter, stopped to look at the situation ahead and as he saw that the men could not completely hold them back he sought to find another way, another place, to protect his wife and unborn child and with the location they were in they saw a rundown shack.

Due to the wear of time and weather, what was once a storage unit was now to serve as a temporary hiding place for the woman and her unborn child. And so he proceeded to hide her, assuring her that he would be back and that she should focus on being safe and quiet. Even though she was reluctant to part with her husband, she complied and went into the shack. Finding a suitable place to sit, she waited for her husband to return safely to her.

Brock Greenwood then entered the village trying to help the others to safety and as he was did that, he met a big one standing 12ft tall with its mouth wide open and surely it was not going to make it easy for Brock but neither was he. Both sides stood still, ready to attack at any moment, the tension so thick it was like time slowed down and when it seemingly resumed the dgrak was on the ground cut into pieces. And so Brock resumed his mission - save as much as you can and cut down the Dgraks wandering around. Eventually, the shelter was full so after clearing a path, he directed the villagers to the place where he hid his wife and they followed.

After singlehandedly clearing the Dgraks in the innermost part of the village, he proceeded to fight the ones outside. Brandishing his sword, he sought to end them quickly as too much could attract even more of them.

As someone who has been a blacksmith for most of his life, he was more adept with the control of a weapon as some weapons require myn from either the forger or the owner, he had the experience and he practiced wielding and ensuring it cuts down cleanly and effortlessly. He would never say he is a swordmaster as the only lesson he ever received was on the battlefield, where he must protect his family and at the age of 8 he had learned in a bitter way that he must never back down.

His instincts sharpened, and using his myn he quickened his pace, on getting to the battlefield, he saw blood all over as the Dgraks were getting annoyed with the constant poking of the swords of the men they did not hold back and just directly slashed down at them using their hands armed with bones and their thick legs to slam the group and destabilize them rendering them vulnerable to their killing move. Dgraks would prefer to absorb them directly but they just went in for the kill.

As the metallic smell permeated the air, Brock undeterred by what he saw, proceeded to cut down the ones that were attacking a small group. He ran his myn to his legs and moved swiftly, appearing behind the Dgrak and before the Dgrak could react, it was already cut down. Then he moved on to the next one, attacking and striking. First, he went to the ones preoccupied with the groups, and using that as an opportunity, he slashed down. He moved to the ones that he saw that were walking towards the center of the village, he swiftly cut down as much as he could. He knew he had to be quick but as his strength was limited, he could not go as fast as he desired. And while he was fighting, one of the monsters escaped and found its way to the road that led to the shack, smelling a lot of myn coming from the direction of the shack, it moved its huge legs towards it. Getting closer to it, its desire exploded and that was when Amy Greenwood fell into labor.