Fabled

Chapter Two - The Nightmare in Railus

"Gunaikis, a tribe of female warriors dressed in the colourful pelts of the animals they hunted, were nomadic, living anywhere where they might find a source of food and water. After months of not finding a suitable location to set up as their temporary habitat, they came upon a barren wasteland in the western part of Faunus. They were displeased with the surroundings and were desperate for food so they combined all of their energies together and sacrifced all their powers to give life to the dead land. As a result, Typtole forest was created. It was a forest that was mainly filled with Tole trees, timber that had a varying height depending on the season, and was always a source of food for the Faunians. In return, however, the gunaikis lost their magical capabilities. They remained in the forest though, guarding it from those who seek to obtain the powers they once lost and destroy Typtole Forest.", Mrs. Loonlock smiled at me as she finished her story. "As you can see, from what I am wearing, I'm a gunaiki."

I glanced at her attire, a rare white kakuvin coat made from its pelt over a simple yet elegant red gown. She was about twenty years old with bright white eyes and long dark black hair. Her skin was dark and rich, just like coffee, and her voice resonated with a primal feel to it. It's hard to believe that someone like her was the headmaster of Faunian University let alone a gunaiki.

My dad sat on a Tole chair beside mine and Mrs. Loonlock sat behind her marble desk on a fluffy black recliner. He then spoke, "Mrs. Loonlock, from what I've heard, the gunaikis have already embraced the advancing society of Drakkendale and left Typtole Forest."

Mrs. Loonlock's expression darkened, "Preposterous. We had never left Typtole Forest in the first place if it hadn't been for the hunters of Drakkendale, poaching almost all of the animals. As our last resort, we moved to Drakkendale, since we obviously lacked food."

Dad seemed annoyed, "We have food, water and shelter, what more can you ask for?"

"Respect. Have we been ever treated fairly since we arrived here? For a good number of years, you thought of us as animals and slaves. That is why we learned to persevere, and improve our education and skills whether in hunting or in academics."

They were soon lost into their argument and I felt that I didn't exist. I decided to look around the office since they weren't really paying attention to me. Mrs Loonlock's office was spacious and filled with ornaments that I've never seen before. Countless heads of game hanged on the walls on a plaque like that of the kakuvin on the door outside. Numerous predator pelts decorated the crystalline floor in which I saw my reflection. Looking as if it was a mirror, I glanced at my short raven-black straight hair and my gray eyes looking right at me. I wasn't fat though, and certainly not buff but I was right in between. My physique is highly suited for me, a hunter, especially when I'm out on the woods.

"Brendan, come back here. What are you doing there?," my dad called. It's times like these that I felt I'm being treated as a child.

I went right back to my seat and saw Mrs. Loonlock writing something on a piece of yellow paper. It seems to be my admission form. She looked at me with such ferosity in her eyes that it made me shudder, "Now I know what Ava felt."

"Pardon, Brendan?," she asked.

"Nothing Mrs. Loonlock."

After signing on my forms, dad and Mrs. Loonlock returned to their conversation. I heard them talking about mysterious disappearances in Drakkendale, and something about the Sky Riders. As I recall, Sky Riders were like the peacekeepers of King Anthralon's domain. They wore ash-colored armor that spiked all over their bodies, and they rode on gigantic armoured ornids. Those ornids were genetically improved and were only obedient to the Sky Riders and the Kings so it was no use to capture one.