The Marakese

The Evil Rider!

There was an unnerving presence beyond the north. There was  an evil being that lurked around. He saw a horse that crossed his path that particular day. He was drawn to it for some reason. It shone like marble white. He went near it and the horse appeared to be motionless. It did not move scared by the presence of this evil being. He touched the horse on its face gently. The white horse turned to pitch black. Its eyes that were blue became pitch black. The man got onto it and rode into the deep forests. There were no sunshine nor rain at these parts. It was always dark and gloomy and cold. The man had a very thick skin compared to the others. It protected him with the extra protection that was needed in these parts. There were hardly any people like him who survived and it was very rare that one came across another. They hunted the wild creatures and ate them and lived. There were loads of harmful creatures as well that roamed freely in these parts. This part of the planet has been furloughed by the others. For over a thousand years there have been no one that crossed the North and entered these parts of the Wilderness. 

Yondrin.....

Seronn, he said to him. We have built a small craft for you he said. These crafts can fly at low altitudes. It basically allows you to travel all across the planet, he said to him. Seronn looked at him and asked him " What use is it, to me?" he asked Yondrin. They need you to travel to the wilderness beyond the North and raise an army, replied Yondrin. I do not understand, said Seronn. Even I do not understand, that is the will of the dark lord. And Yondrin looked into the soulless eyes of Seronn. "You travel alone" he said to him. "Where is the craft?" asked Seronn. Come with me, said Yondrin and took him to a nearby warehouse. The robots were giving the final adjustments to the small craft. " This will be ready in a day or two" and then you make your travels, said Yondrin. Seronn sighed and walked away!

A Few days Later............

Demarius was sitting in the Mountians along with the other people. He was missing the ocean and its world. The shores, the fishes that swam around them. There was no trouble there, there was no war there. There was no greed!. Just a simple way of life. He looked around and saw his people, they too would agree with him for sure, he thought. But such is life, very unpredictable. It can take you to places one would have never thought he would enter. He looked at Arakur at a distance, and a man who no one assumed had a thirst for power , was the most power hungry! There was some noise above in the skies. Demarius looked up, it was a small craft that flew past him. As the craft flew past them, the sunshine was soon gone in an instant. There was gloominess and darkness all around. The craft hovered past Archimedes and Arakur too. Archimedes looked up as the drizzle fell on him. He wiped it off his face and looked at the craft. He was wary of the one who flew in the craft. He did not know who it was, but he had an instinct that it was not a person of light. However, he did not have much time to think. Arakanese lunged towards him with his sword and Archimedes's attention was diverted. 

The craft flew beyond the North as well, with Klick seeing it to. Who must it be? wandering too those parts of the planet. No one ventures past the North, no one has, not in a million years, he wondered. He looked at the direction at which the craft flew. He was trying to mark it, but the darkness and the rains was too heavy for him to see anything. He grunted and walked back inside! Seronn was adjusting his craft as he navigated through the darkness and bad weather. As he approached the wildreness, the rain was sho heavy that the drops that fell on the craft was de-stabilizing it. He could no longer hang on to the craft. He held on to the steering as hard as he could and landed the craft in the middle of the jungle. He sat there in the craft waiting for the rain to pass. A short while later, he opened the doors of the craft and ventured outside. He was as cold as he has ever been. He shivered and was about to head back into the craft. Here! take this, said a deep voice and gave his a sweater made of thick animal skin. He put it on and replied" Thank you"!. Who are you? asked the voice. I'm Seronn, he replied. What do you do here, venturing all alone by yourself in these parts of the planet, asked the Stranger. I was asked to come here! replied Seronn. Asked to come here? asked the Stranger. "By whom?" he asked Seronn. By some one who is very powerful, replied Seronn. The stranger came forward. I'm Rithrodin, said the stranger. I' m the protector of the forests, he said to Seronn. And be thankful that it was me, who was the first one to reach you. There are evil forces that lurk here, and it would have been a different outcome if it was one of them, he said to Seronn. Come, let us go to my home, said Rithrodin!