Fearless

dai 37 shō

Oathbreaker silently uncuffed the dryad when they had made it to the edge of the forests, the dryad remained still for several minutes in shock, but quickly got over it, sending tendrils of roots towards Oathbreaker. Oathbreaker just shook her head, as the tendrils wrapped around her legs and arms, binding her. “Who are you, you dare to try to execute me next to my home?!” The dryad shouted. “Quiet, listen.” Oathbreaker replied. “What do you think you’re doing, telling me to be…” The dryad started. *The evil is growing stronger, the captive is losing strength as the evil drains her power, but hope is not lost, come to the deepest part of the forests, free the forests from the grasp of the evil god.* Words once more wailed in the wind. “The voice of the forests, how did you know that it was going to speak, it has spoken in your presence before.” The dryad said, coming to a conclusion. “Indeed, the prisoner in these woods is the mage, Rachel von Goldenrod. A long time friend of ours.” Ron said, stepping out from behind a tree. “And what are you two waiting for, what the both of you consider monsters just attacked my prison, do you think that they’ll possibly spare you?” The dryad asked. “They’ll spare us, because they’re with us.” Ron said, watching Oathbreaker shake off the roots. Oathbreaker suddenly grasped her chest, eyes blank, looking into the distance of the forests. “The fox human has been seized by a foreign power! Prepare to subdue her.” The dryad said, backing up in fear. “Relax.” A soft yet raspy voice said through Oathbreaker’s mouth. “It’s been so long since I’ve been able to speak through another’s mouth. Dryad, you know the way to the depths. Human, you will be powerless to break the cage, your path will also be fraught with traitors, both disciples of the deity you now face, and of your own kind. You, daughter of Hearthgon and heiress to the dragonkin kingdoms,” The voice continued, Oathbreaker’s hand rising to point at a piece of air that proceeded to shimmer, revealing Iris. “You will see loss untold, but not to fear, you will overcome even the cold grasp of death, the cyclops will learn of his people’s homeland, the ogre will be forced to step up where others can not, the halfling will know what you are facing, but keep him close, the draugher will find his true meaning, and this host will face her enemy, face to face, one on one, dueling as mortals, one must perish for there to be balance, these things must come to pass.” The voice finished, Oathbreaker slumping down into a sitting kneel. “The voice of an oracle, no, this was much too powerful, the voice of the deity of prophecies itself.” The dryad muttered.