Xenovix had awoken abruptly from a slap to the face from none other than Ixal. He yelled at him furiously, shaking the baffled boy awake.
"Do not scare us like that, you useless boy!" He scolded, pulling the boy up to his feet, just as Xenovix's eyes flickered open.
They were still on top of the frosty and brisk mountain as the group had awaited for his long awakening, whilst shivering and praying for the boy to awaken quickly. The group was almost on the verge of freezing to death, their teeth chattered and their cheeks and the tips of their noses were bright red.
"We should hurry, not all of you can take this temperature for much longer, it is starting to get cold for me." Aquilo shouted over the wailing of the wind, her voice was barely discernible.
Xenovix had followed behind Aquilo, at the very front. He wanted to go home, but he knew he couldn't without the sword. He felt a rush of determination rush through his veins, even though he was on the brink of facing death.
"This is it."
The water elf stopped at a cave, and she faced the others, giving Xenovix a feeble smile, letting him take her spot at the front.
His eyes flickered across the writings that were marked on the entrance. Though he could not read them, he knew it was where the sword was kept.
His hands trembled with thrill and pride as he pressed against the frozen wall, ready to push it open, ignoring the freezing pain it had gave his already chilled hands.
He was going to bring the sword home, he was going to pull it out and show his village, show everyone, that he was capable of this.
He was not a 'Monster.'
He was Xenovix, Zorix's son. His hands throbbed with excitement as he took a stride into the remote and frigid cave.
To be continued...
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Adventure[COMPLETED] { Book one of the Sïlver trilogy } 'What words, fighting for your kingdom? More like fighting for yourself.' At the young age of 14, Xenovix's existence was labelled a crime-or was he the definition of crime itself? Determined to change...
