Great Strike Exia - The Brave Legend

Great Strike Exia - chapter 20

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Over the mountains high, the valleys low, through villages homey and deserted alike, across the reed fields everlasting,

young Edmund traversed slowly getting firmly with his two feet, of loosened straw sandals did they soften his hardship walks. A boy of white hair, white as snow, and a frame slightly taller and skinnier than those of his age.

Alongside this young boy of twelve, guiding him across the vast lands marvelous and breathtaking, whereabouts of dread and soul drenching, young Tricia, a small girl of green long tidied hair of the same age as Edmund was, in silence did she accompany this young traveler, for she communes not with words but more of showing the boy the truest form of the lands that nurtures all light heart in its gentle floral embrace.

But who is this Edmund kid and Tricia girl all of a sudden, you ask.

Have we not too many characters enough, you ask?

" It has been a long week since our unpleasant stay in New Birmingham." this Edmund sighed, resting at the edge of the mountain, standing atop the ridge line overseeing the highs and lows of great Kingdeniom.

Tricia shook her head with a look of dismay.

" You are right. We should not listen to those uncanny ruffian warlords like that in New Birmingham."

young Edmund the boy agreed to his silent companion's assessments

" Yuidis be blessed that the Awesome Lord Toshiumi of Gold saved us in time."

Tricia nodded with a smile of gratitude onto the Lord Toshiumi Al Seraphim that saved her and this Edmund from the dastardly ruffian warlord Wang Buo Jun back in chapter 2.

That's right, for Edmund and Tricia were the same two younglings Toshiumi awesomely saved in his first appearance in this whole epic, and had long traveled across Kingdeniom, heading south out of the Vilencia borders towards the mainland capital Tron.

Back to his home.

Tricia pointed gracefully at the east below the foot of the mountain for Edmund to see, without her words but of action, and the force of Strike within all things life and lifeless, and more.

" A village," Edmund observed as he followed Tricia's finger

" Let us rest there for the night."

They so did, but to their surprise, the villagers were almost packed and leaving the village behind on their cabs and carriages, in a hurry and a notion of panic in the air.

Edmund quickly went to an old couple sitting on an wooden cheap carriage pulled by a fat bull parked on a side and asked the reason for their hurrying flee.

" Vilencia and Tron are at war, son !" the old man on the creaking carriage hollered in haste

" We must leave and seek refuge within the Vilencian walls before Tron storms in! But alas !! My carriage is stuck in this puddle of mud and my Bull won't pull !!!"

" Meh." the old couple's bull of golden brown mane lazily mooed and sat there without budging a single muscle.

" Oh, dear!" Edmund quickly put down his bags and walking staff, rolling his sleeves up as he came to the back of the carriage

" Let us help !!"

With their eyes met and a nod of mutual understanding, Edmund and Tricia the two younglings both sprang to action, Edmund pushing the back of the carriage with the old man and his wife, while Tricia, coming to the indolent bull's presence, caressed the large lousy animal's head and leaned close, resting her forehead onto the Bull's in silent converse.