Lost Kingdom of The Seven Seas

The Hunter of Hopes

THE GNOME SAID IF WE RIDE OUR HORSES WE'LL GET THERE. But everything happens in an acute snap of time, the sharp ledge of the afternoon lures into my skin and out of my cold breathe. The ride was way too long. We travelled during the day, and we arrived nearly half of the sun's goodbye. I should have force him to use some magic, I would do whatever it costs.

By the time the forest grows darker than ever before, I stood uplifted within my horse.

The gnome left me a minute ago, he was afraid to be seen by a queen. He has the biggest fear of meeting the outraged royalty.

I've never thought of the wayward place before. It's vivid and lucid. I can't comprehend  whatever cold blooded darkness that live here or the swinging drums of hungry roars of beasts from afar.

The gray smoke has overtaken my view of a transpalent world.

My horse hues and cries between our travel. I don't know which way I should take, the only thing that Arcurry instructed to me was to go pass ahead, wherever I go, I shall meet the queen. She's completely visible, though I wish he didn't leave me. We came here very late and maybe I caused the Queen Zealian of complete disapproval.

The twirling pines and crocked trees formed a horrifying gyrate along the way. Each of dried plants looked like barbed wires and fences on the floor climbing off the tree bark.

Unlike the other forest, this one is an obscure region.

Just when I continue driving with my horse, a saw a dark smoke and embers hovering the skies.

I climb down from my equine and follow the way to the burning fire.

After a few walks, I saw the campfire leading earnestly with woods and sticks as the cornerstone.

Beside the fire stood a lady in snow white headress and wood-made boots as her poleaxe just reflected below her belt.

She's praying.
Just when I thought she doesn't believe in Avah and even trust her.

She turned around, with coals on her hands.

She's still the most dazzling person I have ever meet, I wonder how Cleansie define her elegance.

Her crimson hair made her face seemed fiercer than before.
She stared at me completely frosted.

"You should know that I hate ice and cold." She said. "Glaciers are the worse enemies of an ember."

She came closer and checked out my garb. My blue coat isn't really ravishing and my white boots just looks a rare riches. Luckily, the gnome gave me crossbow and arrows and a sharp edged dagger. She might thought I look more pathetic with too much armors.

"You show up this stale afternoon looking drastic but dressed up like a bait. I'm sure I told you exactly during morning, and certainly you heard we are hunting, not paying a visit for my fine sister." In spite of her dissatisfied approach, I did my best to be a man and smile like a debonair of dawn.

"I am well informed, I'm not just quite good at getups, pardon me for being classy, it's just my own way of pleasing myself." I said, it didn't make her mood get any better, instead, she started to walk and hold her weapon.

"Where exactly are your guards?" I ask. My feet and hands are both trembling.

"Guards? We're hunting between our armors alone. We don't need to invade somebody else's time to join this trifling activity." She said. Irrelevant is not a good word.

"I'm sorry if I ever waste your time today. I will not scrap any of your virtue again." I said, backing up after her.

"You're a polite man, greeny. Let's just see if you'd do the same with the boar." She said. I heard the sudden roar.