Chronicles of The Four: The Winter Journey

Chapter 3: Crescent Fall

Every long second passed by in a quicker pace. Too quick for Mith to catch up and keep himself on track of what was happening around him.

He sat comfortably on a long twenty four year old hollow oaken log with a warm blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Listening to the frizzled noises of firewood burning. A painful memory was played before his eyes once he watched the flames waving and dancing.

Instead of facing the fire, he found himself being within the fire. Houses burning slowly to nothing but ashes by the fiery flames as if it had swallowed everything with a ferocious mouth. Screams and howls echoed into his ears. He felt scared. He began to run from it. But run from what? From the great disaster before him? No. It wasn't just that.

He heard them. He heard their blood-curling roars. Loud enough for him to hear it from behind as the noise got closer. Meaning the thing was very near to him in its reach.

He sped up to escape before he get eaten by the beast. Once he did, however, the beast flew over him and blocked his path. It swung its long tail at his legs, causing the brunette to fell on the dirt. The beast went closer to him as he tried to move away from it.

He stopped when he felt a solid boulder behind him. His heart beat faster. His breathe panted carelessly. His eyes terrified. Gazing at the beast before him. Its two pairs of bat-like wings were unfolded. Its monstrous eyes glowed. Its sharp fangs showed and breathed sparks of flames.

Mith!

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He snapped back only to see his savior standing before him.

Jokul was it? He thought.

"Mith, right?" Jokul asked.

He was surprised when he said his name. He never remembered of introducing himself to him after the incident that was resolved a while ago. He felt hesitant. Unsure if he could trust him.

But he knew he rescued him from Bizarro and his gang of thugs which they had met their consequence from him. And him being the Winter Wanderer, he heard him being mentioned from rumors who had seen him in various places. Some say he was annoying and did mischief. But most said he was actually a kind person who wanted to help people and have fun. And Mith is one of those people.

The wanderer with ice magic. Walking through different regions and country sides. Only in his bare feet. He was surprised that someone like him would travel without shoes. He even noticed him not shivering from the cold. But it was too obvious. He's an ice mage, what else?

Finally, Mith nodded in response.

Jokul took something out underneath his fabric cloak and showed it to the brunette.

"This is yours, is it not?" He asked.

Curious. Mith took a closer look at the object that the wanderer handed out to him. As the fire glowed bright on the object, a clear steel can be seen when it shone. His eyes widen in realization.

He carefully took the object into his grasps. Gazing at it as he found his name written on the sharp steel.

He quietly mumured. "My dagger..."

"I found it around these woods." Jokul explained. "It was buried in snow."

But he didn't glanced up to him and his eyes were merely glued on his dagger. Mith smiled when he saw the characters on the blade. Still visible and easy to be recognized.

Jokul stared at him and said. "Mind telling me why you wounded up captured by the strangers earlier?"

"Hm?" Said Mith when he finally looked up to him.