Aline's Lost Mine

2.- Twists of life (Ambush!)

We go out in search of adventure, with our hearts looking for action and with our minds longing... Glory, that's what I am, after all, life is divided into the stories that you can tell that you lived, that's how it works, that's why I chose my profession as Bard.
The departure from the town (perhaps it could already be considered a small city) had a small delay, Guldren had some pending matters, we who were merely his mercenaries understood the situation perfectly:If we didn't expect it, he wouldn't pay us.It was simple to understand, right? Life is a business, whether we like it or not, we had to look for hobbies in the city, searching in the main market, we found everything from very beautiful fabrics to beautiful dresses, oh and some weapons, positions and those combat utensils, unfortunately, we had so little Gold, that even the man of dubious origin, who was at the beginning of a market path, looked striking with his:- Try your luck! – The seller exclaimed loudly.That was absolutely not what caught our attention, but the next sentence, the next sentence captivated the purest hemisphere of my heart:- For only 1 gold coin! – The salesman shouted enthusiastically.''That's the sign'', I thought.Well, my budget was barely close to 10 Gold coins, however, the iconic phrases used by the seller not only caught my attention, but also that of my friends, my emotion was so great, that it was only on par with my fear, so I did the only thing someone who grew up in a lonely cave could do, I waited for the environment to act.-I want to try it – The tallest boy in my group said quite seriously.-I am not responsible, put your hand in this barrel and let fate dictate your sentence -The seller mentioned with such indifference. At the same time he brought the barrel between his hands.''I don't know which looks worse, the barrel or the man's hands'', that thought is still in my mind, because seriously, you could even smell the poor man's dirt.—The man with the serious look, the largest human in my group, put his hand into that barrel—I was especially stunned, because a weapon slowly came out of the barrel, with such a precious edge that it was impossible to forget, it was right at that moment, when I wanted it with all my soul, that...—The weapon that was being taken out by my partner's hands fell from his fingers, falling into the barrel. My partner tried to look for it again, but in the barrel, there was nothing of that size anymore—It was to be expected, in this strange world, opportunities like this only happen once in a lifetime, to be honest, I felt like it was my fault for feeling a little envious.-Nuxtar wants to try and I love it too -whispered the little squirrel that the young companion carried between his body, with the most beautiful voice I had ever heard in my life.If I'm honest, I don't remember how lucky she was, because I was enchanted by the enchantments of the self-named Nuxtar. I absolutely wanted her to be called my first friend... and that was the case, but that's another story.The one who seemed cursed from birth, the dirty blood, the sinner, took a step forward.''God cannot curse twice'', I thought.—In unison with my thought, the half-damned man put his hand into the barrel, quickly removing it from it, with a scream that I will not forget—.- Ahhhhh! - He exclaimed as if an animal was biting him.And by accident, he found two things, the first, God does punish twice, the second, it wasn't exactly an animal biting him, but it was something similar, a scorpion pricking his finger, poor boy.The next one was me, I was very afraid and before putting my hand in I whispered:-Please, please- With a voice that, from my point of view, declaimed request.I didn't know if some God, Lady Luck or a demon had mercy on me, but in the barrel, I felt something unique, it had strings, how beautiful! It was small, like me! I took it out slowly, Making sure it didn't fall, it was a purple violin, which would soon become one of my two treasures, including the flute that my mother left me as a last souvenir. I was so, so happy.But the moment of happiness was interrupted by a thick voice:"We are about to leave," the former Sildar knight said seriously.Without hesitation we followed him, in front of the cart was another, Adventurer?, he was almost half my height, which in itself was short, I had heard of that species, Gnomes, they call him, one more for the group, the bells of The church rang and just before leaving, we decided to go closer to it, maybe the hooded boy hated it and that's why he came closer, maybe the strong, young and tall guy only kept his faith, that's why he came closer, because his look He said that everything had been lost, perhaps the boy who possessed Nuxtar was merely following the squirrel, that is why he approached, perhaps the guy who spoke of the word of his God was merely because he believed that there would be a church adept at his religion (how I hate this guy, why do they have to be so obsessed with their religion?), that's why he approached them, they were just assumptions, because I knew little about them, on the other hand, I approached them for one reason:Churches and gods had always made me feel a certain warmth.The energy outside was mysterious and dark, it seemed like a cursed place (in fact, it was, but that story doesn't concern me either), we all explored a little, but I, I found the most valuable thing, A Rune!, of the legendary type, It seemed to block the doors, causing no one to enter or leave said church. I did not hesitate to write it down in my diary. I did not hesitate to start studying it. As a master of runes (it is literally in my last name), I knew I could use it.We met again at the wagon with Guldren, with Sildar, the first two days were common conversations, one after another, that most people would say were useless, but it was just the opposite, suddenly, we were no longer unknown companions, but we knew each other's names!, a little of our pasts, the big guy with a lost look, was called Vitros, he was handsome, I admit, but at that moment that didn't matter, what mattered was that I had finally discovered the reason for his lost look, because he was a soldier, who had fought in a war, according to his stories, he almost died for not having asked for help on the battlefield for about three days, the little Nuxtar, was a Kobold, very pretty, her old boss was a white dragon, but her new boss was the human where she was always riding, that boy obsessed with the art of writing (I thought at the time, after I found out that he was a draftsman, of maps to be exact), that boy had the name of Jaime, He was 16 years old, only two years older than me! He was cute, he had dropped out of a high school of magic (or something like that, to date we have not specified the event) but he did not speak at all, instead Nuxtar, talked all the time, Sayrus, only said "Nice to meet you" and that was it, that was the name of the Gnome, apparently he was not very nice, but there was no problem, because we were strangers, Kaladin was next, the one who was born cursed, his story was peculiar, he was born in a temple, similar to my little cave that I missed so much, but at a certain point in his life, without knowing how, he ended up in a pirate crew, that's right, he had arrived by sea, he was very nice, although very serious, I did not know why, but from the beginning, I felt very nice when I saw him (No, it was not love), there was someone who particularly hated the undead, Theren, he was a hunter, he killed these damned ones, I felt sorry for Kaladin, because they were natural enemies, the tension Among them it was great, but I, who was very small, could dispel it. Finally, when the church follower showed up, I ignored him completely. I didn't like him at all!
This is how our adventure began. We separated from Guldren and Sildar, because we wanted to see how Vitros handled Kaladin. We played a lot, it was less than 30 minutes... those damned 30 minutes would prove our next two months right, because when we reached Guldren's wagon... we had reached only that, the wagon, with no trace of the dwarf or his guardian, there was a trail of blood. I was scared, I didn't know how to react and it was a scream that brought me back to me:

- Ambush! - The boy who didn't speak, Jaime, exhaled with all his breath.

At that moment, I only wanted two things: I wanted to cry and I wanted to kill.