Ysolda made a surprise for us in the form of eggs. But not just any eggs, these came from a dranberie, a bird that apparently resembled a mix of a peacock and an eagle. Ysolda said they were highly aggressive, especially during mating season. I hoped to hell I'd never meet one in person.
Their eggs were roughly three times that of a chicken and were bright blue in color like the sky itself.
"Where are you from, Ysolda?" I asked curious.
"A land far up north. It has lots of ice and virtually everyone has blue eyes and blond hair. Their eyes are blue like those eggs," she pointed at the shell of the eggs.
"Why don't you have blonde hair?" Jethro asked. It was a good question. Her hair was the color of rust. I remember seeing knights with rusty swords and being reminded of that.
"I am a rare exception I guess."
"We really should get going," Jethro said quietly. He nearly whispered it in fact.
"Wait, you need a weapon silly!" she called out to me.
"What were you thinking?" I asked excitedly.
"I was thinking about giving you a halberd," she said dead serious.
"A what now?" I asked, confused.
She went to the back and pulled out the halberd. It was large but sturdy. I could easily use it if I used both hands to grip it.
"Ysolda, thank you so much for not eating us!" Jethro exclaimed.
"My pleasure," she burst out laughing.
"Goodbye," I waved and she told us to stay safe.
"Well, time to kick ass!" Jethro exclaimed.
"Indeed it is, brother, indeed it is."
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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...
