The Run
In the dimly lit shrine hut on the bank of river Sarenal, rested Rowran. The sky was getting dark, storm approached from west as grey curtains covered the moon and shimmering river lose its glowing lustre. Occasional thunder lit up the room and the window curtain fluttered with great shudder.
“Rowran, wake up!” shouted Shaflon, shaking Rowran in bed. “We have to leave now.”
Rowran wakes up to find deep blue eyes of Shaflon darting right at him. Part scared, part surprised, he grabbed Shaflon’s hand and rushed out of the shire to see a stream of blood flowing down the river. Body of few elves pierced by dark arrows came with blood and there were explosions in the forest behind the shrine.
Both crossed the river in a hurry and Shaflon untied the hanging bridge that helped them cross and said- “Goblins, wicked creatures they are. Can never let us live in peace.”
An ugly dark creature, with huge eyes and cutting canine fangs came out of the bush and shoot an arrow towards them. Shaflon raised his Shaft and shot a red blot towards the arrow and it exploded in mid air.
“Run there are many of them.” said Shaflon, running towards the forest.
Before they could disappear behind the trees they heard a huge explosion that lit up the sky. They turned around in despair to find Shrine shattered to pieces.
Sadness engulfed them as they moved deeper in the woods and soon enough it started to rain. Once the view of river was out of sight, they rested under an opening in the black rocks that symbolised the start of rocky terrain ahead.
Stars faded into darkness and the world was rendered in total darkness. Nothing other than the faint outline of trees and the peeking rocks could be seen. Occasionally, a pair of glowing eyes looked at them but disappeared as soon as they were noticed.
It started to rain heavily and the temperature dropped fast. Shaflon lit up a fire to keep them warm and Rowran sat shivering next to it. When his clothes dried and he felt warm again he asked Shaflon about the goblins.
“Wicked servant of Dark Lord they are. Three days back they attacked Somanor and destroyed every human that ever lived. I presume you would be one of the lucky survivors to survive their rage of hatred. Our riders returned the previous evening with three survivors and were taken to Sumdel Temple, hidden deep in the forest. You were to be taken too, but I wonder if it would be possible now, with goblins guarding the river crossing in such a large number.” answered Shaflon
“Where would we go then, we can’t hide in the forest forever.” questioned Rowran.
Shaflon waited for a few moments, wondering if he should speak or not, at last he said, “From Sumdel, we were planning to take you to visit Mare’lime, to retrieve your memories, but now i wonder if we can take the journey on our own. The attack by goblins has proved that they wanted you, but reason still unclear. I need to get you to a safe place.”
Rowran looked away from cracking fire and faced Shaflon with a questioned look. “Can she really retrieve my memories?” he asked.
Shaflon nodded in answer. “If there is anyone who can help you, it is she. If your heart is pure and you come of no evil.” he paused. “Journey is long and with goblins on our trail, it is dangerous. Home of Mare’lime is the answer to every question we have and safest in the dark hours as of now.”
“I am ready for it. I feel worthless, lonely and uncertain with no identity. When should we start.” Rowran’s eyes glittered with certainty. Nothing could have been better then a hope to gain everything back that he has lost.
“Remember journey is not easy, when we have no food and can afford no rest. The way travels through the high pass of Oblivious to the high valley. Darker forest and rushing rivers; crude marsh and the land of dead; into the wild and in the dark.” explained Shaflon. “Are you ready for it all?”
“Yes, I am. I fear no death, but the thought of being lost within kills me. I need to know myself.” he said. The innocence of Rowran spoke of bravery, but Shaflon knew for certain that Rowran kept a secret, purpose of being sent to Sumdel.
“We shall start soon, as soon as rain stop and sun is on rise. In the cover of woods, we heed east the trail to Waza-Lier, the wax palace of Mare’lime” announced Shaflon, and gave Rowran a silent smile of affirmation.
In the dimly lit shrine hut on the bank of river Sarenal, rested Rowran. The sky was getting dark, storm approached from west as grey curtains covered the moon and shimmering river lose its glowing lustre. Occasional thunder lit up the room and the window curtain fluttered with great shudder.
“Rowran, wake up!” shouted Shaflon, shaking Rowran in bed. “We have to leave now.”
Rowran wakes up to find deep blue eyes of Shaflon darting right at him. Part scared, part surprised, he grabbed Shaflon’s hand and rushed out of the shire to see a stream of blood flowing down the river. Body of few elves pierced by dark arrows came with blood and there were explosions in the forest behind the shrine.
Both crossed the river in a hurry and Shaflon untied the hanging bridge that helped them cross and said- “Goblins, wicked creatures they are. Can never let us live in peace.”
An ugly dark creature, with huge eyes and cutting canine fangs came out of the bush and shoot an arrow towards them. Shaflon raised his Shaft and shot a red blot towards the arrow and it exploded in mid air.
“Run there are many of them.” said Shaflon, running towards the forest.
Before they could disappear behind the trees they heard a huge explosion that lit up the sky. They turned around in despair to find Shrine shattered to pieces.
Sadness engulfed them as they moved deeper in the woods and soon enough it started to rain. Once the view of river was out of sight, they rested under an opening in the black rocks that symbolised the start of rocky terrain ahead.
Stars faded into darkness and the world was rendered in total darkness. Nothing other than the faint outline of trees and the peeking rocks could be seen. Occasionally, a pair of glowing eyes looked at them but disappeared as soon as they were noticed.
It started to rain heavily and the temperature dropped fast. Shaflon lit up a fire to keep them warm and Rowran sat shivering next to it. When his clothes dried and he felt warm again he asked Shaflon about the goblins.
“Wicked servant of Dark Lord they are. Three days back they attacked Somanor and destroyed every human that ever lived. I presume you would be one of the lucky survivors to survive their rage of hatred. Our riders returned the previous evening with three survivors and were taken to Sumdel Temple, hidden deep in the forest. You were to be taken too, but I wonder if it would be possible now, with goblins guarding the river crossing in such a large number.” answered Shaflon
“Where would we go then, we can’t hide in the forest forever.” questioned Rowran.
Shaflon waited for a few moments, wondering if he should speak or not, at last he said, “From Sumdel, we were planning to take you to visit Mare’lime, to retrieve your memories, but now i wonder if we can take the journey on our own. The attack by goblins has proved that they wanted you, but reason still unclear. I need to get you to a safe place.”
Rowran looked away from cracking fire and faced Shaflon with a questioned look. “Can she really retrieve my memories?” he asked.
Shaflon nodded in answer. “If there is anyone who can help you, it is she. If your heart is pure and you come of no evil.” he paused. “Journey is long and with goblins on our trail, it is dangerous. Home of Mare’lime is the answer to every question we have and safest in the dark hours as of now.”
“I am ready for it. I feel worthless, lonely and uncertain with no identity. When should we start.” Rowran’s eyes glittered with certainty. Nothing could have been better then a hope to gain everything back that he has lost.
“Remember journey is not easy, when we have no food and can afford no rest. The way travels through the high pass of Oblivious to the high valley. Darker forest and rushing rivers; crude marsh and the land of dead; into the wild and in the dark.” explained Shaflon. “Are you ready for it all?”
“Yes, I am. I fear no death, but the thought of being lost within kills me. I need to know myself.” he said. The innocence of Rowran spoke of bravery, but Shaflon knew for certain that Rowran kept a secret, purpose of being sent to Sumdel.
“We shall start soon, as soon as rain stop and sun is on rise. In the cover of woods, we heed east the trail to Waza-Lier, the wax palace of Mare’lime” announced Shaflon, and gave Rowran a silent smile of affirmation.
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