WIZ | The Warrior |√|

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍

【44.7 THE WITCH】

I dismounted from my horse, my feet fell on a somewhat coarse and crumbled road. The troves and shops at the side of the roads were closed, they were partly wrecked to bits. Instead of people an eerie cold breeze was wandering there. Ragged wooden houses had given the scent of mold.

That's the view that welcomed me, when I reached the outskirts of the Southern Nation. On a horse, it took me four months to reach there. Only a few things had remained from my ration that I took before leaving the Eastern Nation.

I thought that I would grab something from there but like my ration, I had also ran out of luck. And on top of it all, it looked like I had entered into a ghost town.

I clutched the bridle of my travel buddy, Morel and started moving forward along with him. With my moving steps, I felt a gaze fixing upon me. Soon, I realised, I am not alone there.

Suddenly, someone shot a sharped tip pole at me through the window. I let it get past me, tilting my head. The pole got dispersed into butterflies as it was just about to touch the ground. They began to fly, swirling around me.

Two teenagers barged out from different houses. One with black eyes and hair stood in front of me and other with black eyes and ginger hair stood behind me. Their smug faces were giving me the vibes as if I had fallen straight into their trap.

They were Ivaan and Tehran, stealing was their way of living back then. They have made that ghost town their stealing ground. If I were also a thief then I would definitely choose a place like that.

Out of nowhere, butterflies began to shine blue, letting out a whizzing sound. Before those butterflies flooded my system with their electrified waves, I made them fade away with the release of my Urjah.

Yes! They weren't strong enough back then. When I asked them for the way to the Sovereign state, Tehran's face twisted with a disgruntled look.

"Are you from the kingdom?" He asked me, obviously I had to lie only to get directions  from them.

"No, ever saw a kingdom people coming here before?"

Both shrugged and stared at me dubiously.

"Obviously, I am a villager from the Eastern Nation." I lied looking straight into their eyes. I added. "Could you please bother yourself to tell me, how long do I have to travel more to reach another town."

"You just need to go- OW!

Tehran interjected Ivaan pinching him hard. "What's in it for us?"

And thanks to that brat, we made a deal that I gave them a pouch of nanakshahee. But only with one condition......

"You'll tag along with me too." I smirked looking at Ivaan, like that guy would just give me the right direction.

As if I would take a risk believing in that brat.

They agreed and joined me on my journey. We were riding on the horse for two hours and whatever town we crossed was just like the previous one. And after riding for so long our sight encountered a ruined, wrecked castle. It was a stand alone castle,  no houses or shops or stalls were installed there.

The sky had already darkened the time we got there. Blood splotches had dried here and there. The strangely cold freezing wind was rustling the leaves. We, all three, dismounted from Morel.

My gaze dropped on a log, erected upright. I tied Morel's bridle to it. I gradually moved my steps to the castle-door. It felt like the temperature had gone down, my breath had become visible in the air.