Seth and the swift Spirit sped through the dence forest where the trees stood irregularry and without an incalnation of standing to one side to allow them to pass. Mustard whom had more bulk had smashed into the side of several of the trees and had left cuts and spinter but yet the trees didn't complain or protest or show any sign of pain or aggish. Tree after tree they dodged and dived as they flew past to show yet another and another, each born each destined to die.
Then they reached the edge of the forest and were on the open Fields of Lecaran, a great area of Magestia of grass and fields with a lack of boundaries or lines of ownership, it was said "if you not somewhere else, you're in the Fields of Lecaran" as it surrounded all the villages and nearby cities and the forests, all large in their own right merely scattered the landscape like dots in comparison. They had amerged at a gentle slope, which faced another slope that surrounded or rather followed the forest.
Seth turned his horse to the right as he spotted the troll on his boar, but they weren't going to continue away, in fact Mustard rode his boar into a small cave along the side of the slope. Seth and Spirit galloped in his direction but their attention was so peroccupied that they both failed to notice a rock jutting from the ground and although it was single and solitary it knocked the paired from their feet with great drama, Seth rose quickly but knew it would be foolish to get Spirit to her feet again so he began to ran like lightning and he ran into the darkness of the cave....
He began to slow down his run to a jog and then a cautious walk as he heard mumbling and his crept towards the first corner wanting to try and listen to what was being said before striking. But before he got to hear a single word he heard the most deafining sound, almost like a church bell and he saw the face of his foe, the usuper king, with his golden mask and straight shoulder in his mind and he was flung with get force by an unknown source from the cave, up into the air and landed near Spirit. He was unconscious and Spirit limbed towards her master in distress and licked his face to try and revive him.
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The Tales of the Majestia: The Loyality of the Scarletts.
FantezieThe Scarletts are a band of 21 men, women and children who have been living in the Forest of Wishful Thoughts for 20 years and act as a resistance. There goal is simple to restore the true line of kings to the throne and to disposeof the evil that e...