Sword of Sephina (Quest of Prophecy #1)

Chapter One

"You better run you little bastard!"

Fyora heard the call from where she was taking refuge in a tree in the forest. Turns out, the most popular sport in the village of Torien was getting revenge on Fyora. Fyora sat in the tree looking down through the forest. She saw the redhead who was zipping through the forest come to an abrupt stop. He looked around for any signs of Fyora, furry in his stance.

Fyora reached for her homemade mini slingshot and grabbed the rocks in her satchel. She readied the slingshot at the red target.

"IF YOU DO NOT SHOW YOURSELF I WILL-"

Plop. The catapult had released the rock, landing right on the target's forehead. Feeling accomplished and satisfied with her distraction, Fyora quickly leapt out of the tree and sprinted throughout the forest. She did not have time to bask in his terrible shriek; she had to get out of the forest quickly and lose him. So, she ran as branches scratched her body, disrupting the peace of the many fireflies and pixies that took shelter in the forest. Fyora knew she'd have to come back and apologize to the pixies; they were one of her few allies in the cruel world of corruption. Also, she wanted to get another invite to a pixie party, which in Fyora's opinion, were very fine.

Fyora started to slow down when the end of the forest was near. Under the shadow of the forest, it always appeared to be darker than it was. Once Fyora emerged from the forest onto the village edge of Torien, she took in the evening sky with its hues of orange and lilacs.

The evening sky was beautiful, Fyora thought. But it also meant that she was late.

Fyora quickly brushed off the dirt from her beige tunic and leather pants and made her way into the village seamlessly, as if she hadn't been chased by a madman throughout the forest.

The village, as always, was bustling with a diverse group of people. Many traders, fisherman, and common folk strolled through the narrow village streets made of stone. Small local Shops lined the pathways, small lanterns lighting their entrance.

Once Fyora reached The Fountain, a beautiful statue of a Pixie surrounded by water, she knew she had made it to the center of the village. The Fountain was a common place for trade and was placed right in the middle of the village's square.

Surrounding The Fountain were an array of shops aligning the cobblestone streets. One of those shops belonged to Borix, whom Fyora was late to meeting.

Fyora made her way through the crowd and into the tiny, cluttered shop, where items like compasses and telescopes were sold.

Fyora was greeted by Borix, who rested his head in his hand with an impatient look on his face.

"You're late."

"Sorry I-"

"What has happened to you girl?" Borix interrupted, examining Fyora's dirt stained pants and crumpled tunic.

"Well I was hanging out with the pixies and fell down a tree," Fyora explained.

Borix narrowed his eyes at Fyora. Fyora knew it was almost impossible to successfully lie to Borix, so she opted to tell a very vague version of the truth.

"Ok so I was not hanging out with pixies, but I did fall down a tree"

Borix simply stared at Fyora.

"And how, may I ask-"

"you may."

Borix sighed.

"How did you fall down the tree?"

"Well, you see Borix, it's quite a long story and I think we'd be more productive starting our training. Especially since it's getting late-"

"Because of you. Now sit and explain." Borix gestured to the small wooden stool in the corner of the shop. Fyora made the short track across the shop and set the stool across from the counter.