It hadn’t been a long walk—A couple or more hours or so, give or take—before seeing some structures ahead. A box-like rectangular roof stood on two pillars and two smaller rectangular boxes distanced from each other sitting under it. An old filling station. Perpendicular to the structure sat a building. On the inside I could see the roof had caved in, the shelves were broken and rusted and a few rusted cans and plastics on around.. Both structures look, a wreck. There are few buildings as well opposite the two, a bit of distance away. Maybe a small settlement. Far beyond that—well not too far even by my standard a—straight ahead I see a the usual tall buildings. We—including the little beast would had kept following Iya—walk to the structure, standing between the structure with two pillars and the small settlement. It looks, deserted and there is a faint familiar smell drifting into my nose. We make way into the place, the scent is getting strong. The buildings were made of brick
Days passed. In the stand storm they moved, Warwick in the front, the girls in the middle, Reid and Noha behind, paced so as to not lose sight of each other. Their vision clouded by the dust and sand carried into air. The loud howling of the winds disorienting them. Wrapped around the faces were a light strip of cloth to help filter the sand from the air that breathed in. And over their eyes to prevent blinding, even so the dust was thick and the wind harsh. They had ventured into many storms the months they had been stranded on the sands. Each having their dangers. It was fortunate that none had lost their lives during those time. Each time their senses were dulled due to the winds and sands yet they persevered desperately trying to keep away of the surroundings veiled by the thick blanket of dust. Not long had they wandered into the storm, moving in a straight line. Any mistake and they would be yet again displaced, keeping them further stranded on the sands. Since entering the
Warwick moved shifting his sword to the side. Having a longer reach, a few steps away with both hand he swung for a horizontal slash. Seeing the fast sword approaching his neck he evaded by lowering himself backwards allowing the sword to pass overhead. “Woah” With the momentum he dropped to a back handspring. Feet touching the ground he moved without hesitation and swinging his falcatas. Warwick parried while avoiding the blade that came at his side by shifting his body. And so their exchange continued. “I got to say. I truly admired the friendship of your squad. As loft as it was. To be honest I’m jealous. You guys isolated me. That makes me curious. When did you guys start to suspect me. I thought everything I did was flawless. It did fool the guild for so long.” With the size of his sword one would think its weight would be a problem. But he moved it like it was any other lightweight. Parrying, blocking and the occasional evasion. “The bonds of peasants are intriguingly admi
I open my eyes. The dull blue of the sky is staring back at me. In the corner of my sight the usual rubble of the old times. What happened? I remember entering into the ruin which was in the distance when suddenly I heard a ringing and everything went dark. Not been able to feel pain will turn out to be a disadvantage when being attack, especially one such as this. Wait… I don’t hear it. I sit up. I look to my side… swiveling to the other. Where is she? And the youngling beast. “Oh you’re awake…” A full turn to where the voice came from. I don’t know what race he is—obviously because I never cared to know—four arms, head that looks almost reptilian though slightly rounded, with two pairs of eyes donned in leather armor, his slightly thick arms bare. Two sheathed swords were crossed behind his back. I wonder what the other pair of arms would hold, if he has only two swords. “… Where is the kid?” “You must have arrived with a companion. Unfortunately, if they aren’t here you
So as predicted. The feeling faded a little while after making it into the town. The place is quiet like a ghost town, curfew for the game, he mentioned. The low building and one storey others were scattered about, tarps extending out on a few of them. A few stalls here and there. I got the general location of the place… So here we are. This place is unassuming as a whole. We took three hours or so to get to the town. The four armed guy is standing by my side, I did drag him about two-third the journey. “That was not nice… Any longer felt like I wouldn’t have had a rump to sit on again…” And he complained the way here. I believe this should be the time I feel annoyed but when you have no emotions nothing seems to matter. “Yea… So this is the place?” Why is he acting as if he didn’t know this place. He hadn’t even bothered to know where exactly I was leading us too. The countenance he had made it seem like he knew about where we will end up. “…?” The place, though looking a little
Back towards the doorway where I had left Dehl, I hear bootsteps coming closer. He steps out as I reach the now door-less room covered in blood, cuts over his person. Blood dripping on the floor from his lower left arm, held by the lower right. He was able to fight those magic users. “Already got the kid? It’s a real mess in there. Didn’t think that calm old man got it in him. Thought I was going to lose a couple of arms.” He looks down at her in my arms. “Nasty scare she got there.” A straightforward person. “Cute kid, though. She yours?” “…” “… You got what you came for so what now?” e brush of the awkwardness of my silence. “Find her a healer.” “Yeah, she doesn’t look too good?” I didn’t stop and continued on. Pass by the corpses or walking over them. “… There are people done there. You should find people to get them out.” “Sure. Thanks… Where are you going to stay. No inn’s going to let you in this late.” That’s true. But I already got that figured out. “… Up.” Yes. I de
A scam?Is she one of those people? Trying to lure me into her place. Most of them I've seen act no different.Ignore her. My feet didn't stop."Come meet your destined one. See your deepest desires. Glance into the future and relive your past."Her statement drew me in—not the first part but the rest. I stop. And look her way.Is it possible…? I never really thought of seers and fortune tellers as no more than scams. I never thought to see one, at least not until hearing about the lock on my memories.At least one of them might have true ability, right? If she could really look into it, see past the lock, If I could see what happened back then, who made me like this finding them might be a little easier.And the child? I don't believe there isn't anyone who be able to cure her in this place. At least someone may be here which doesn't want to attract any attention.This is me hoping the lie turns out positive.Seeing me look her way in contemplation she gestures me over and takes the l
When the figure moved to face me there was a distinct creaking with every movement. What stood before me was a disfigured old woman dressed in a one piece which seemed to be falling apart. Her hair was falling out and instead of hands she’s got… long blades. Her knees were more forward with a thick skin linking the joint making her knees like so, and another deformity leaving her with only two large toes for each leg. Yet, she was my height, maybe a bit taller. I look at the old woman before me. It was a slightly different sensation I felt from when meeting the shadow of Kein. She had no breath of life on her. No heartbeat. Smell. Odd. She doesn’t smell like a corpse either. But she does have a scent… Is she the Baba Jaga? “Who are… you?” Her croaky voice—I could see quite a few teeth missing—snapped at me, and with a creak a step forward pointing an arm at me. “I should be the one asking. You brought me here.” “Answer the question? Who are you and why are you here?” How troubles