(I Can't Think Of A Good Name)

Chapter 15: River

The path was ridden with dangerous obstacles.

Cliffs, deep forests and most importantly, the crashing river waves.

Dion started his journey to Artoria a day ago. Despite the inconveniences he went through to reach this point. It wasn't quite as bad as the river he was facing.

Artoria didn't used to be secluded from the other towns and villages.

It wasn't until 2 decades ago, when the war was at its peak that the geography of the world started to change its shape.

The war was so fierce that the continent cracked and reached the verge of tearing apart.

Decades passed by and the effects of the destruction still remain. Artoria being one of the towns affected by it.

Naturally, being unable to cross the river would be a hindrance to the town and its people.

Therefore, an attempt to make a bridge was made.

Unfortunately, Artoria was seated beside the most dangerous ocean in the world. The bridge couldn't last long enough for it to work, thus they gave up in their attempts.

Which leads to the current problem at hand. Dion was faced with the sight of a torn down bridge, broken beyond repair.

Dion investigated the fallen remains of the bridge by the bank of Widir river.

There was a chance he could find something useful from the scraps their predecessors left behind.

He searched diligently but found nothing noteworthy.

Dion started getting anxious. He wasn't willing to take the slower path to Artoria. Taking the long road would give the spies time to regroup and sort out the situation.

By then, he wouldn't stand a chance against them.

Dion took a deep breath and stepped his feet into the ice cold river.

The segment of the river he was on was rather shallow and had smoother waves.

Compared to the nightmarish part of the river he was previously on, crossing this was much more feasible.

The water reached up to his ankles and slowly rose to his thighs. He sank deeper and deeper the further he walked.

After some time, Dion had made it a quarter of the way to the opposite river bank.

Seeing as he was still sinking with each step, Dion began to question his own judgement.

He was getting more nervous the further he went. The river looked rather smooth on the surface but underlying that still calmness was a fierce undercurrent.

Dion could feel the water pushing against him, his feet was losing its grip.

Not only that, he wasn't even at the halfway point of the river yet.

Dion realised that trying to cross this river was completely idiotic and blatantly asking for death.

He decided that turning back was the wiser choice here.

Dion turned around, hurriedly moving back to the riverbank.

Out of nowhere, Dion felt his left leg slip. He lost his balance and fell into the currents.

"Shit!"

Dion tried to reach out and grab the grass but was just short of grabbing it.

He tried to land his feet and stabilize his body. However, the sand in the river did not provide the friction to push back the river currents.