Chương 143: Chapter 47 Ice Dragon
A long time ago, there was a dragon who roamed through the wilderness of the north, creating frost everywhere she went. Unlike her kind, she loved the inferior species and granted them her blessing because she trusted them.
At that time, the races weren't like today, they were kinder and had great relationships with each other due to the alliance that kept the world in order. However, that changed when the great nether gods arrived on the planet.
The war raged as many perished in the process of sealing them, the once-friendly races either argued or went into seclusion to avoid another battle. Their greed for the nether items, created a huge rift in their relationship, in the midst of the war their fire turned into their guardians.
As the guardian of the north, Vanorova was forced to fight against other guardians, dying in the glaciers of the north with blood. The worst of all was the betrayal of her people as she was stabbed by the descendant of her champion.
" Why, my child? Why do you desire this one's body? I have given everything you have desired even giving you the body of my kin, yet you desire to possess my body."
Her beautiful eyes were filled with sadness, knowing she had no more relation with him or his people. The promise of the first time wasn't fulfilled yet, but she saw no more value in her oath since they were already fallen beyond hopelessness.
Tear*
Her blue claws tore his heart open, leaving the scarred body on the ground with a river of frozen blood that was drawn from his men. Although she was an ice dragon, her heart wasn't, but this changed when she saw their traitorous hearts.
Her blue wings extended, covering the sky with its magnificent light and covering the earth with snow. She had no more purpose left, so she just went to the place that they would never reach even if they were apologetic.
The champion whom she chose a long time ago was long dead and there was no need to watch after them anymore.
" Are you sure that you won't regret it later?"
A giant wolf asked her, piercing her heart with his all-seeing eyes that could perceive everything. He was the strongest of his brothers and sisters, additionally, he was the closest one to the humans among the gods. The print of his feet and the howl of his were the symbols of the north.
" I don't know. Perhaps, I will regret it later, but you know their hearts more than anyone."
Vanorova replied, covering her face with her tail to sleep once again. The wolf silently gazed at her, pitying her heart and choice since he knew her fate was already sealed in the first oath. She was born here and she will die here that was her fate.
However, he didn't tell to her because he would die soon. Even though he didn't know his remaining time, the gears of fate were already rusting his time and slowly corroding his life thread. Time was slipping out of his claws as he already convinced himself that there was no need to try anymore.
Back to the present
Turkan was sitting in the carriage while looking outside with a dazed look. He wasn't sure how they managed to get help from that man.
" We will continue to the border with a carriage and from there on we will travel with our legs. You should have no hard feelings, right?"
Kaesthia crossed her legs while sharpening her daggers to make a preparation for facing an opponent that she would inevitably meet soon. As one of the elites, her dagger was crafted and enchanted with the finest materials and magics to maximize her combat effectiveness. Moreover, she cherished her daggers because she saved countless lives with them and she thought of them as her lucky charms.
" Sister Kaesthia, I never thought that old man would send you with us. You are one of the strongest after all."
Erkos yelled from the coach seat, knowing she had a bonus mission for this time. Kaesthia's power was essential to track and kill those human invaders, but the mayor sent her to them as a bodyguard which was surprising.
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