The Disciples: Book 1: The Birth of Valor

Chapter 6: Dead Girl Walking

Ash and Deus walked inside and sat down with Mason. He had decided the next place would be Kila. It would take longer to reach, and there would be a lot of walking, but it would be worth it.
"So how long will it take?" Deus questioned.
"At minimum, a week in a half. Maximum, about 3 weeks." He said quietly.
"A week and a half..." Ash repeated, "We should get going soon. Those guards are most likely still after us somehow."
They both nodded and started packing.
Ash creeped slowly into Deus' room.
"So...what do you think that was about? The dream." She sat down on his bed, looking up at him.
He shrugged, "I'm not entirely sure. All I can figure is that it was a pure coincidence, or were part of something big. It said eight, a paladin, an assassin, a spiritist, a reaper, an archer, a marksman, a lancer, and a jester. We are already 3 out of 8. Mason is the marksman, you're the jester, and I'm the lancer. It's obvious about that." He continued to pack.
She drew her knees in and hugged them.
"But what about the city, Masage?" She said quietly.
He shook his head. "I've heard of it. People say it is in complete ruins. That some overwhelming and horrid force ceased destruction upon the city." He zipped up his bag and tossed it across his shoulder.
"I'm guessing that force was that Furcas thing. It was just so... terrifying." She stood and looked at him.
"Yeah, but it looks like we'll be heading west. Masage is supposedly on the far west coast. I'm not sure what to do about the other 5 warriors though." They walked out of his room.

Within 3 hours, they were on the road. They waited for the sun to rise and set off into the unknown.
They set up camp when it got dark and gathered around the fire that Ash had set ablaze.
They spoke of the dream, going over details and such.
So how exactly are we going to find these others? It's not like they're going to just-" whe stopped talking, hearing something move.
Deus stood, readying his lance, as Mason pulled his handgun from its holster.
"Show yourself." Deus said firmly.
A female laughed somewhere. "Now if I did show myself, that wouldn't be any fun." Movement showed in the darkness.
"But I guess since you asked so very nicely." A woman in a black good and a dark robe came into the fire's light. She looked taller than Ash, almost Mason's height. She looked up, the flames illuminating her face. She was deathly pale with blood red eyes, and almost snow while hair pulled somewhat back, yet half down.
That's now what was intimidating though. It was the fact of what she carried.
A giant scythe, at least six and a half feet long and a blade as wide as Deus' shoulders.
The woman glanced over them, all armed and ready with their weapons.
"A marksman, a lancer, and a jester. That makes me 4." The woman leaned against her huge scythe.
Deus just stared, slightly afraid.
Mason stepped towards her.
"Looks like we've found our reaper." He looked her in the eye.
She chuckled softly. "I guess so." She smiled.
"I'm Mason. That's Deus, and this is Ash." He said, letting his guard down slightly.
She smiled wickedly and pulled her hood back, letting a half a ponytail fall down on her shoulder. She pushed some excess back from her eyes and face.
"Amaranth."