Our next destination was the Forest of Doom, Yuna's words, not mine.
"Why is it called that?" I asked. Yuna was silent only saying that we'll see for ourselves.
"Hey, if anyone's there, don't kill us, we're just lowly serfs!" Jethro yelled into the darkness.
"You poor thing, come to my hut and I'll make you warm soup," a female voice softly said and a female giant stepped out of the darkness. She was even taller than Zaxl by about three feet. It astonished me just how big some creatures could be.
"What's the catch, lady?" Jethro asked in suspicion.
"Just want to help out travelers. Nothing less, nothing more."
"We'll trust you," Zaxl said.
"Really, Zaxl?" Jethro asked, annoyed.
"Yes, really," I said, trying to get Jethro to calm down.
"Well, okay but no funny business!" Jethro warned.
She told us to follow her and we did just that. Her house was made of emerald-green walls and dark brown carpet the color of the dirt. Her house was gorgeous.
"Forgive Jethro, we've just been having bad luck with vampires. In fact, we killed a couple just recently," I explained.
"No problem, he has good cause to be wary. I won't do that to you guys, I swear upon my ancestors."
"Listen, what's your name?" Jethro asked.
"Ysolda," she gently spoke.
"Listen, you promised us soup. Where is it?" Jethro asked, annoyed, and motioned for his sword.
"Right here," she said and pulled out a giant bowl from the stove. It was made of fused green glass and was the color of the walls.
"Enjoy," she said, giving us each a giant spoon.
Jethro was the first to try it and he started to cry.
"This is the most delicious soup I have ever tried," he said sniffling.
"Don't have anything like that at home?" she asked in a visibly upset tone.
"Well, we do but it costs half your life savings," I explained.
"You poor things, let me hug you all," she stood up and hugged all of us including Zaxl who had hardly spoken a word at the table.
Jethro cringed but gave in to her. I leaned in and she smelled strongly of mint. It was a soothing smell.
Ysolda looked outside and yawned heavily. That made the rest of us yawn our arses off.
"Would you look at the time!" she exclaimed.
"I think we better get some sleep," I said half-sleep.
"Goodnight you three," she yawned.
I had the weirdest dream that night.
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The Amethyst Flame
FantasyThe village of Colmer is devastated by a plague. Its only hope is two brothers divided by their beliefs in magic. When Jethro ventures into the depths of the forest to find a wizard who can heal the village, Arthur is forced to find his brother befo...
