Junailijia -ON HOLD-

Chapter Four -Come, friend of my enemy.

The forest was quiet, the only sound to be heard was clicking hoofs on the ground; followed by puffs of breaths. Lord Dryden traveled with the delegation; he has made it his goal to unveil the secrets of Cynthia, and thus he had added her to his rank of warriors. Cynthia had learned an ample amount of skills beneficial to her warrior trait.

The past six, almost seven years had been hard for the young warrior; she had fought alongside Almeric, her trusted friend; she had encountered a variety of species and learned to fight with no magic at all. Lord Dryden was beginning to question the intent of Almeric's affection towards Cynthia, especially now that she has grown into a young woman and not bear signs of being a child anymore.

Lord Dryden wore a wisdom that surpassed his age, men of thirty, usually had their minds filled with thoughts of non importance, all they want to do is fuck girls, and drink till those girls are pretty.

He followed Cynthia, on a few occasions, when she wasn't with the warriors. This did not go unnoticed, for she could sense his presence there, more often than not she had to remind herself that he might be there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to show everyone that she is different.

Cynthia grew more beautiful everyday; she also grew with knowledge and experience. She was to be twenty one in a few weeks, and she would have to undergo the ceremony that marks her transition from one phase of her life to another. She would be a Junailijia. A qualified Junailijia.

A grunt in their surroundings made the group more alert. They all sat up on their mounts and listened with attentiveness to what might be up ahead. Cynthia knew this routine by now, but sill she could never get use to the pounding in her ears, she always got nervous, and she tough it gave her strength. The lot of them knew there was something there, which is why they came; they had been informed by another group of warriors that there was an unnatural energy here.

"I think it's a sorceress" one man voiced in a hushed tone; visibly scared.

"The energy is to strong, this cannot be a sorceress. Cynthia! Move forward and scout the area. Shoot back a red arrow for help if we are out of view. We will follow." Lord Dryden demanded.

He was always putting her right in the centre of danger hoping she would show signs of what he already knew to be true.

"Yes, milord." Said Cynthia.

Ruthless, arrogant, prideful, inconsiderate, the words entered Cynthia's mind, and swirled around in her thoughts. She glanced back towards the troops and recognized the slight amusement in Lord Dryden's appearance.

"Prick." She said softly to herself. She continued anxiously forward, until she was completely covered by the foliage that the forest provided. The pathway narrowed too much for her mount to fit ,she halted and tied her horse; Cynthia sauntered forward on foot; as she continued on the narrow pathway; she could feel the energy of another; the energy was beckoning her closer, calling her, almost by her name it seemed. She could not turn back towards the path where the warriors waited, her feet found their own way. Cynthia could feel the pace of her heartbeat quickening; she knew she had lost control for a moment and something had a hold on her, it was too strong to fight, what it was she knew not. For the first time in very long Cynthia was scared.

Entering a dazed state, almost a slumber but being awake still. Cynthia climbed over rocks, stumbled over branches, she tripped more than once and fell even more; she could not stop, she just kept pushing forward franticly searching for the cries that called her. She came to a halt in a cave covered with climbing vines, it was dark and clammy and she knew that no one would find her in here; yet the thought did not bother her. She was too preoccupied with the energy that pulled on her soul.