Supernatural Beauty

Chapter 10 :: Can Anyone Hear Me?

Georgie stopped midair and Y/n lurched forward. He gasped and grabbed onto I.N. to stop himself from falling off. I.N. reached back with a small laugh as he steadied him.

"Are you ready to drop down?" Han asked.

Y/n looked beneath them and swallowed hard. The clashing of steel could be heard even from their position in the sky. Flashes of metal clashing with metal blinded him as the yells of anger rose in volume. This was war. This was what a battlefield looked like. This is what he was trained for.

Yet fear still rose into his throat. His thoughts were scattered as he tried to identify what was happening on the ground. He gripped his sword tightly as he nodded slowly.

"Are you sure?" He placed a hand on Y/n's shoulder.

"I am certain. I am terrified, but I need to find Hyunjin," he said with conviction.

Han let out a soft breath as he recited a cant. Y/n felt himself lighten as he floated off of Georgie. He unsheathed his sword as he was moved to the side and slowly lowered onto the battlefield. With his free hand he dug out the small bag of seeds and clutched it in his left hand.

As he grew closer his nausea worsened. Blood covered the previously brown ground. Any remaining vegetation was trampled. Bodies lay scattered across the battlefield with swords and arrows sticking out of their chests and backs. Some lay with only their head, torso, or legs. Empty eyes looked back at him. Life had been sucked out of every body, living or dead. Y/n knew he was never going to forget this.

Despite the gruesome scene, he needed to act fast. He pulled a seed out of the small bag and threw it into a large group of charging Werewolves. The plant quickly grew and grabbed the Wolves. It dragged them along the ground and tore them into pieces before eating them. How...fascinating, Y/n thought to himself as his feet finally touched the ground.

With a gravely yell he cut down three Werewolves in one swing. The Ogre's heads snapped towards him in surprise. Y/n's face was painted with blood as he clutched the hilt of his sword.

"Where is your general?"

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"State your name Human," the general demanded.

The general was the largest Ogre he's seen so far. He towered over all the others inside the tent and he was sitting. He wore a kilt with a chest harness connected to metal shoulder pads. A dark, ragged scar started above his left eye, went through it, and ended at his jaw. With his appearance he wondered what his name was. Ogre's were given a name at birth, but it changed once they achieved something great.

The Ogre's general, much to his surprise, was nameless. The soldiers who brought him to the general's tent explained that he had given up his name in order to prove his loyalty to their king. Y/n couldn't quite understand why he would give up his name of all things to prove his loyalty, but it was a different culture, he couldn't judge.

"My name is Y/n. I have arrived to support you in your battle and find the Elven prince," he stated simply.

"How do we know we can trust you? Our enemy is an ally of the Human's after all," the general raised his brow.

"I will cut down as many Werewolves as I have to to prove my worth to you," Y/n met the general's eyes and frowned, "Although, I'd prefer not to. I have an Elven prince to find, and I know you know where he is."

The general leaned against the table as he paused for a moment and asked, "What makes you believe that I know where that damned, idiotic prince is?"

Y/n looked at the other Ogre's in the room carefully before saying, "I have ears everywhere."