Flight of the Pendraig

Flight of the Pendraig Ch2

Flight of the Pendraig Ch2

Along the way to Safe Harbor, Rowan asked Jora. "So Jora, what is the name of this forest? It's beautiful here."

Jora smiled and explained to him that they were in the Tolmeshal forest. Tolmeshal forest is an immense jungle area sprawling from the west of Ur-Sagol and the foothills of Frost peak, to the Forest of whispers, and the Ascarlin mountains in the south, as well as the Grove of carnivorous plants. Jora also explained to Rowan that the world is called Felarya, a pocket dimension between multiple worlds and dimensions. She also told him about the Guardians of Felarya.

"Very little is known about them, other than they are said to be immortal with immense power, enough power to wipe out an entire civilization. Why it was a single guardian that destroyed Ur-Sargol." Jora said as she walked ahead.

Rowan and the others looked concerned about the fact that these guardians could destroy an entire civilization.

"Why did they do that? I mean there must have been a reason!" He asked her.

Jora stopped in her tracks and shrugged. " I don't know. It was thousands of years ago. From what I've heard, the people who lived there were technologically advanced and powerful mages. Only the Guardians know what happened, while many people come here to seek their fame and fortune."

Deciding to change the subject, Rowan turned to Heather and asked. "Hey Heather, forgive me for asking but how did you and the others become slaves for that elf?"

Heather and the others looked at him, she sighed and told him. " I was a servant of one of the noble families in Negav. I served them well until one day, the lord of the manor decided that his wife wasn't beautiful enough for his taste and turned his sights on me." Heather said as she rubbed her pregnant belly.

" He's the father isn't he?" He asked, Heather, nodded. " When he found out that I was pregnant, he threw me out and sold me to Sarunilla." She finished her story and wiped her tears as Pike hugged her.

Katie looked at her sister and spoke. "Tigré and I are from the Rosic Tribe, it is tradition for the young adults to go into the jungle and find a predator, then we must use our musical talents to prevent the predator from eating us and bring back proof. A naga scale, harpy feather, or a notch from a mermaid's tail would prove that they're a great musician, and those who fail, end up in the predator's belly. Tigré and I were tracking a giant naga when we were kidnapped by those slave traders."

Everyone looked at Pike. He tried to ignore them but then he sighed and said. " I was a mercenary in Negav. My last mission went bad and I ended up in chains. To buy my freedom, I was sold as a fighter for the Meat-Grinder or Rage Cage as some would call it. It's an open arena underneath the city. They have gladiatorial combat with other fighters and wild animals, even a predator on a rare occasion."

"So you fought in the arena?" Heather asked. Pike nodded and said.

"A few times, it's best if you just don't think about it." Pandora slithered next to him and asked hesitantly. "Is that what would've happened to me?"

He didn't answer, just looking at the trees ahead. After a few minutes of silence, he looked at her and said.

"Like I said, best not to think about it. So, what about you Pandora? Where are you from?" He asked trying to get her mind off of what would've happened to her if Rowan hadn't rescued them.

Pandora sighed and said. "I'm from the Orelosk plateau, west of the Ascarlin mountains, bordering a forest, this plateau isn't very high but sprawls over a large area. The forest can be seen from its border, like an endless wall of green barring the horizon. It's the territory of an aggressive and organized colony of rock harpies who often hunt caravans and sometimes raid nearby human settlements. I lived in the southern lower area when I was captured. There also is a giant Naga named Garnet there. She has long dark burgundy hair, and her snake body is of the same color, with orange, jagged, boomerang-shaped stripes running horizontally across it. She has bright orange eyes that reflect her cheerful attitude, and her cheeks and nose are adorned with red and orange freckles. She is nice to have around, but she seems lonely and for some reason, she speaks like a harpy."