The Last Guardians : The Blood Of The Archibald

Chapter 5 : The Crossing

Slowly emerging from the abyss, he suddenly became aware of his situation. Robbed and almost undressed in this vacant lot, he had been left for dead by these small strikes.

His head threw him with an atrocious migraine, his temples beating his skull with such violence that it was like the drums of a university band. He eventually stumbles back up, realizing that night had almost fallen... and his train?

He gathered his forces and staggered to the edge of the quay, watched by curious onlookers, but not surprised, he was alone and the Jialing express was indeed gone without him. This trip definitely took a very singular turn.

Thus abandoned alone in a foreign country, without clothing, robbed of all his personal effects and his purse. He approached the railway guard and managed, despite the language barrier, to make his situation understood. The guard gives him a jacket, offering him as a bonus a sandwich and the tourist map with the train route.

Taking leave, he went out at night and sat by the platform eating his sandwich and analyzing the train's route. And he was absolutely flabbergasted to discover that the stagecoach would stop that night, at the village of Limbo on the other side of Mount Kos'we and leave the next morning at 9 o'clock.

He could wait for the next train in a week or try to reach the consulate, but he immediately rejected this idea.

"Do it!! ! stop wanting to be perfect, do it! ! Stop thinking, do it! ! even if you lose it! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! even if there is a failure, do it!! ! DO IT! ! ! point." He thought.

He took the path behind the station and found a tap of running water. He would drink there before beginning his ascent. He began to rise, leaving behind the small village. He would have about fifteen places to travel until the next day and he had to hurry.

So he gradually began to jog as he liked to run on his ancestral lands, he continued and redoubled his intensity in his race when he reached the plateau of the mountain trying to run at a steady pace.

It passed a few hours, when the second moon finally appeared. This gave him a better perspective on the path to take.

Also, insensibly, he accelerated again and gave all that he had with control, the gentle slope of this plateau seemed endless to cross while it seemed to pass an eternity and that Lucian was in a second foaming state, both present and elsewhere.

He kept going on and on, wondering why he decided to come here.

On a foreign planet, in a foreign country, far from her own, her tender grandmother did not fail to tell her about the vast world that she traveled since she had joined the Guild of Geographers. From his grandfather who, before his death, gave him all his free time. It was with him that he learned the work of the vine, the walks in the fields and he suddenly realized how lucky he was to have grown up on this volcanic island that deeply defined the destiny of each of them.

Even his father, who saw only too rarely, had discovered the passion of science on this island of twins, this place was like a haven of peace that he would cherish forever.

Would he ever see him again? At this age this fleeting thought did not make him blink, he had too many expectations, he was in search of meaning, he hoped to be in this temple of the very popular center of the country where he had booked his stay.

Then finally, at the end of his fatigue he crossed the neck and saw in the distance the city of Limbo and the train was at a standstill, bleeding, he nevertheless descended four to four the hill and then continued walking again and again when, the earth was muddy and it had obviously pleased on this slope so it had to be careful, its descent was long and the day was already well up.

As he descends, he sees the train start, his temples pounding, he runs away at high speed yelling at anyone who could hear him so far and stop the train, but it starts slowly and then accelerates.

Lucian runs, runs and runs again, but nothing to do the diligence has taken off. He arrives on the spot, a few minutes later.

He crosses the railway immediately and continues on his way into the forest. He remembers the journey of the train, and the passage through the forest and a small stream to cross to be crossed before being at the stop following the next stop. Because he had to make a detour to Pikwik, the city of workers.

And, Lucian, totally exhausted, will however give everything to be in time to the appointment.

It should only take him an hour to get there. So we should hold on.