2023-04-25 14:35:06"Catch!" The warning was quite unnecessary as the large bag full of supplies was only inches from Milas' face. Milas closed his eyes and braced for impact but it was all for naught as his body slammed into the ground. He slowly stood up and lifted the bag off the ground and placed it on his back. The movements were smooth and precise as he was very familiar with the weight of the bag. He no longer got angry when this kind of thing happens.
"Looks like someone is trying to act tough." This comment came from Adrian, a dark haired youth with a handsome face and well built body. Milas walked right past him and didn't even spare him a glance. Adrian was incensed, he hated it when Milas would ignore him like he was an insignificant ant. Adrian tried to trip him but Milas was rooted to the spot. Adrian was about to draw his sword but a large man in heavy armour appeared in front of him. The man was two heads taller than him and Adrian could only stare at his broad chest as he grudgingly walked away.
"You need to find a way to get along with him because I won't always be there to keep him in check." The large man said to Milas as they walked. This wasn't the first time he had to stop Adrian from hurting Milas and he was starting to get sick of it.
"You should at least try to stand up for yourself. I know that Adrian is a swordsman and you probably think that you can't beat him. Which is likely true because you are a weak porter who is used to taking a beating and your scrawny body just makes you look easy to pick on. Not to mention your lack of..."
"You better be going somewhere with this because your encouragement is discouraging." Milas had to interrupt Jill because this girl really doesn't know how to encourage someone.
"What I'm saying is that Adrian is the typical adventurer who bullies the weak and fears the strong. So you just have to show that you aren't the spineless weakling that you really are." Jill said finished her little speech and walked ahead of Milas. Milas stared at her back as long flowing hair waved gracefully as she walked. She had a curvy body and a cute unblemished face that fit the definition of an enchantress with an innocent face. She would have been Milas' dream girl if she wasn't obsessed with Adrian who loved himself more than anything else.
The group had been walking for more than a week in the forest. Milas had joined this group as a porter in order to earn enough to pay the debts that haunted him. The groups mission was simple as all they had to do was hunt down a blood-horned dear. The main problem was that blood-horned dear live a little bit deeper in the Darklands forest. The Darklands is the name given to one of the most dangerous areas on the continent of Norvak. Only the edges of the Darklands were safe as mostly sub-basic beasts lived there. The deeper areas were death zones as very few survived.
Milas broke away from the group to take a piss. He was in a rush as he had to ensure that he doesn't get left behind. He heard a slight rustling of leaves like a gentle breeze had blown. The sound was so low it might as well have been his imagination. Anyone else would have ignored it but Milas wasn't like everyone else. Two years of leaving in the streets had taught him to be vigilant about his surroundings. He had spent most of his waking hours fighting for food and the only time he had a good rest was when he was unconscious. He stopped his piss and slowly put his little spear back in its sheath before he looked at the source of the sound.
Milas saw a pair of glowing eyes behind a short and lush bush. He strained hard and he finally saw the outline of the creature that had its gaze fixed on him. Its dark fur was hard to see due to the dense dark clouds that permanently covered the Darklands. The thick canopy was only making it harder for Milas to see the camouflaged creature. He could tell that the creature was posed to strike and was only waiting for him to make his move.
His mind was in chaos. Should he run or should he draw his short sword and prepare to fight? Maybe he could shout for help? Could the group really get here fast enough to save him? That was if they could hear him in the first place. What should he do to survive this?
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Milas' eyes shot open as he took a deep breath. The first thing he processed was the blinding pain coursing through his body. The worst of it came from his stomach and felt like a flaming dagger was being twisted in there. Milas growled in pain as he tightly grabbed the closest thing. He used so much strength that he felt whatever he was holding crack."AAAHHH! You broke my arm you idiot!" Milas heard Asher's voice beside him but he couldn't process it as a sharp pain came from his fingers. He would have reacted to it if the pain from his gut hadn't shifted to his chest. Milas' lungs were burning and every breath was torture. The burning worsened as it moved upward through his throat. It felt like he had swallowed a burning piece of coal and he was now vomiting it out. The burning was too much to bear and Milas opened his mouth and puked.Asher dodged the muck that came from Milas' mouth and watched him puke from the corner of the room. The disgusting fountain ended and Milas felt d
Crimson Vampiric Phoenix
Milas started to move his fingers and they weakly wrapped into a fist. His eyes were still closed and he wasn't in a rush to open them as he took slow breaths. The pain had vanished and he currently felt like he was floating in a warm liquid. The place was shallow as his back touched the ground while a small part of his chest was exposed to the gentle breeze. Milas finally decided to open his eyes to see how the afterlife looked like. The first thing he noticed was the orange tint in the sky, signifying that it was sunset. There were a few red clouds drifting silently across the sky. Milas saw something dark at the edge of his vision. He slowly lifted his body up to a sitting position and what he saw was not what he expected of the afterlife. The first thing was that he was laying in a pool of blood. The crimson liquid was all around him but Milas noticed something strange. There was no smell. He was sitting in a pool of the stuff but there was nothing affecting his nose. Milas could
Sneak Attacked
Milas doubted how much control Asher had when he saw how he fed. It may have been less ravenous when compared to the feeding frenzy ghouls had in the mines, but it was still just as savage. The way his blade like teeth sliced through meat brought Milas a new fear. Had Asher used his teeth in the fight, Milas was sure that he would have lost more than just the battle. It was only after Asher was done eating did the others drink from the flasks. The group of vampires quickly recovered as their bones reset and their skin went back to being silky smooth. The boy with the trolley went around the hall handing out flasks and containers to everyone. Master Sanim decided to speak after everyone was finished with their recovery. "Now that you're all healed, I want to say that I've seen some talents in your lot. It may be overshadowed by the sheer amount of lazy people filling this hall but it exists. For those of you who picked your friend as an opponent, I'm disappointed by your lack of self-
38 Friendly Spar
The hall was eerily silent as everyone stared at the two girls. Master Sanim had only just given the order to have a friendly spar but Aileen was already on the ground. The other students, including Milas, were waiting to see how the teacher would react. Shockingly, all he did was nod with approval. "That's how a spar should be." Milas couldn't believe that someone responsible for teens could say that. He would have gotten along well with Deogratius, Milas was sure of it. He faced Asher to resume the fight but he had vanished. Milas focused on his surroundings and immediately found him. More precisely, Asher's fist found his belly and lifted him up. He may have a frail body but Milas was receiving a punch that was as heavy as those from Veruca.Milas hit the ground but Asher roughly grabbed his body and lifted him above his head. Knowing the pain that would follow, Milas did the only thing he could to free himself. A full powered punch to the top of Asher's head that ran the risk of
37 Girl Troubles
Confusion and desperation reigned in Milas' mind as he tried to remember more details of the memory. The only thing he was sure of was that the little girl was his sister but even that didn't feel right. Why did she look nothing like him? He tried to ignore this and think of other things. The other question he asked himself was why a beast was lying dead in the room.The place looked like a bedroom and the fact that he woke up on a bed strengthened this thought. So why did it look like he had fought the beast in that place? And why did both his body and the little girl act so casual despite the hellish scene? Could it be that something like that had happened before? And the girl had gone to call her father, does it mean that the father knew about the beast? And what kind of crazy parent would leave a kid in a room with a wolf? Milas had to stop thinking about the memory as he felt a splitting headache. He looked at Step who seemed obsessed with his face. They stared at each other til
36 A Lost Memory
The large brown eyes looked deep into his soul like they were searching for any speck of evil that Milas had in there. It was a weird moment for Milas who wasn't used to maintaining eye contact with others, well except for the cute female servant back at the mansion. The difference was that he was the one toying with her emotions but this girl was just staring at him like his face was a map to lead her back home. It was uncomfortable to say the least."Well I don't really want to trouble you." The girl said in a meek voice. The amount of vulnerability that she showed him made it impossible for Milas to just walk away. There was something inside him that just refused to let him leave no matter how much his mind tried to convince him to move."Don't worry about it, you can tell me anything. I don't want to see you crying when I know that I could've helped. If I can't help I'll be happy to give you a shoulder to cry on." Milas was surprised by how gentle he sounded. This was not the same
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