"We're almost there, swordman"
Blade opened up his eyes and looked at the road they were in.
In the morning after that night he had the talk with that village chief, he met an old man with his wagon full of hay to probably transport it to another village. The old man didn't think twice when the swordman asked for a ride while he was holding some gold coins.
With that little ride, Blade was laying on the hay, with his arms crossed around his sword held to his chest. The old man couldn't even tell if the black haired guy was actually sleeping or just resting his eyes, he looked always on guard.
Blade looked at how the sky that day was clear. The sun was up but it was still a cold winter day after all. The forest was still soaked from that aggressive rain of the night before, there was a little breeze that would move gently his long black hair with red tips, like a whisper Blade felt a whisper through his ears, but couldn't really tell what was it.
He probably thought it was a trick played by his tired mind.
"We're going to take a while to pass the crossroad" the old man said once he stopped the horse that was carrying the wagon.
Blade stand up on the wagon and noticed a long queue of wagons along the way. That was the sign they were at the borders with the lands of the Emperor.
The lands of the Emperor were embracing the biggest part of the country and were the ones where the law had to be respected, since the control by the soldiers wan enhanced-
The outer lands where small villages were living, were still part of the Emperor's dominion, but totally abandoned; reason why deaths, kidnappings, and many other violence cases were more often there.
Blade didn't belong to any village or city of the country. He was just always moving and looking for new missions to bring some gold and then move somewhere else.
His past was full of blood and pain, till he reached a moment where he knew he was cursed forever and from then he decided to seek anything can could make him taste the adrenaline to fight for his life again.
He jumped off the wagon and left some money on the wagon "Thanks, old man, don't get killed"
"Huh? Where are you going?" the old man turned and looked at Blade, who was walking inside the forest away from the main road.
"You took me where I wanted" Blade turned for a moment to look at the old man "Good luck"
The stare looked more like a warning not to ask anything else. Blade was looking cold blooded and always ready to slit your throat, even if the face itself sometimes would even look calm.
The old man did tremble and nodded, and that's how the two did part their ways.
Blade was following traces of a road that was almost totally covered by the vegetation. He knew the zone the villager chief talked about was near that place. Considering the Emperor's himself never cared, of course the road was almost getting swallowed by the vegetation of the forest.
He crouched down once he saw a big ruin in front of his eyes where some guards were patrolling the entrance; a big stone door with engravings that were hard to see as they were partially covered by vegetation.
In front of the door there was a long corridor, the floor looked like a shiny mix of blue and azure marble and on the sides there were pillars almost totally destroyed by time and probably also humans.
"Even if it's a forgotten place, the previous Emperor did require lots of guards to just patrol a dead place" Blade smiled as he noticed ten guards patrolling the zone.
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The Imprisoned Dragon - Blade, Dan Heng IL
Fiksi PenggemarBlade held the chains and pulled to force the figure to get out of the shadow. His crazy and excited bloody smile disappeared once he noticed what he had in front of his eyes. The man had long black hair, he was on the ground, catching his breath, b...
