Dark Blaze

Chapter 16

The beamish sun showed up above the sky, wind blustery the brume away above their noses or hips, if they stand and by and by the place bloomed with sunshine by reason of the brume, has eventually whooshed away. Jharóld's steed stilly nighs them. Kristinov opened his eyes as the light beam flashed on his face. Jharóld was sleeping peacefully a few feet away from him, he was sleeping like he was been hit by something - making the snooze last forever. No water exists near them only trees with no leaves that won't sprout just once every day or at dusk. Kristinov missed Aerline seeing her cleaning - he has gotten used to the feeling that Aerline will be always with him and being kindhearted to him even though he does not have the offer of gratitude to her for being decent to him. Kristinov kicked Jharóld's back not too harshly to wake him up for their ongoing journey. He hardly wanted to see her another moment, he do not want Aerline to feel and experience the same way he felt in the past - overestimating what will his Queen do to her.

"I am having a good slumber, Big guy" Jharóld woke with a weary face and stood up to get ready. Kristinov wears his armor piece by piece even though scratches and drops of blood are covering it, he does not care as long he is protected by the armor. All at once, they ride their steed sans eating before they go. Jharóld was still astonished by Kristinov's steed, the mist that formed into a shape of a horse which is Dusk. The armor makes him amazed even more, the weight of the armor can still carry throughout the decade he jog every land along Kristinov. Summoning the steed, it is already there, the particles and blaze appeared on the outer body of the horse and evolved fully armored so sudden as the burst passed from sight. Jharóld ponder where it came from and how this steed of his is fully armored from merely specks of dust and flares. "Can you disappear mine as well?" Jharóld asked jokingly. Kristinov forbore replied "No hence your steed has to be dead" nonetheless expressionless - but he was telling the truth not a hoax. Jhàrold caress the neck of his steed while gaping downward with his mind shoved down from curiousness. Heading to the Nymph mere to get the water from the falls. Jharóld believes that there will be beautiful girls there, but no from what he heeds from his companions were falsehood. Nymph mere is like a fairytale place filled with hidden stunning creatures, clean water mere that heals wounded people, and extraordinary fruits.

Hamadryad nymphs were once live to this mere, they protect the trees that bloom with unman fruits and remarkable creatures like the guardians of the forest. They dwell before the Dark Ages arrived. The falls in the middle of the forest are a memory of the nymphs, the history of their land, the battles between humanity over the land, and more they behold from the great eld events. The spirits of the nymphs stayed in the trees, if someone cut them down, it will bring a curse but taking fruits no jinx will occur on someone. The mere and cascade's power stayed beyond it and forever will prevail.

They passed to the wheat hills. Finally, they sighed with relief to get some breezy air at long last. Wheat hills filled with amber and coffee-colored wheat. In the end, was another forest, and the above sky was filled with enormous fuzzy clouds that are not separated - blocking the glints of a morning. Jhàrold shut his mouth eventually - knowing Kristinov will never move his lips as always. Silence and the gallop of their steeds create an awkwardness. Both of them heard a plangent blow like a raid horn. "The ogres again!" Kristinov yelled as he heard the disturbing horn fighting against the gentle winds. His expression switched to wrath and both of them prepared their weapons. The noise of like earthquake they felt below them and afar they saw a big awful creature. Jharóld chuckled with excitement holding his mickle hammer tightly.

Kristinov stops his steed from sauntering ahead in the forest. "Wait!" Kristinov said ere Jharóld getting on the front to attack with no a plan he makes before going in sudden. Kristinov gape at the telluric, inhaling the air and caressing his blade with his thumb. He uses his sense to catch an ogre, estimating where they hiding. "Left!" Kristinov yelled and out of nowhere the ogre was nigh to Jharóld hiding behind the tree - crouching. Their steeds spook and gallop fast. The ogre was too fast so Kristinov whistled to make him disappear into the air and will call it if he needs it. As he gets off, he swings his glaive forcefully with a fervid power. Their strong power of his slain the ogre in a single oscillate from the gust appeared as the moment he swing the blade vertically tilt. Kristinov cut the ogre in half and the guts flew into the air. Jharóld swing his hammer and that ogre he try to target, badly the ogre dodged it by pushing his weight in reverse. Jharóld swinging it back again and that ogre is been hit, at last, the ogre move slow that he had been hit hard. Plash of virescent blood through his armor and mickle hammer "My apologies my love" he whispered to his hammer. Kristinov slides under the third ogre and slits his bottom then stab its thigh to blow up with a cast, lastly taking it out of his flesh. From the moment Kristinov blows up the ogre's thigh after all he chops its head by jumping high with ire.