Eric Bridge And The Locket Of Blood (BOOK 1)

Dark Forest's Guardian

Not one word was uttered, Hellas's mouth did not circulate at any vowel- he didn't talk much before but now it's nothing as if he's a mime or mute. I was making a fire place from nearby rocks and sticks to keep warm from the night, we had did a lot of hiking and if we didn't have a dropple of water, I and Hellas would be certaintly wasted and done in. We licked our lips, with the bloody thirst. Although we were in no desert the dark forest in morning was humid in contrary to now at sunset when the tempreature had considerably dropped. The sugary air and jasmine scent with honey and sugar chilled us to the bone like when you swim in summer but it's windy and the wind hits upon to your skin in the coming of wind of autumn of September. Only the sounds of pecuilar nature of birds with only one wing and of fishes with no eyes that flied was echoed.

The breeze of death itself hit on to the soft pine coaled trees and they waved their branches like clapping in a herper's footbal game but no sound from Hellas, not even one. He was deathly still and inert with no intention of stirring.

The so-called pyre I was constructing wasn't the best fireplace but nevertheless we needed to keep warm for the night.

'Bæl on pryne Wæcce on sæbát bælfýr mæst ' I muttered the spell holding my hands at an angel. A spark spit and jotted and it deliberatelty hauled in a form of warm flickering of amber, and so a fire was made. Sometimes I wondered why but fire magic was always easy to produce in my many arsenal of spells, usually necromancy only sticks to corrupting the light to make the dark. Only the salamander house of Noah specialised in fire, of all the houses the light order, the salamanders were my favorite even although they were my adversary but the salamanders had a taste for dragons which sits in the arsenal of darkness- usually people from the salamander house are corrupted by the fire's power and they convert to necromancy to have knowledge of corrupting the dead alongside with the power of pyromancy from the dragons. Vladmir was such a wizard, he had both an army of undead and three most destructive dragons at his disposal. My father respected Vladmir but that was only what my guardians have told me along the years when I aked them about my 'dad'.

Hellas licks his lips even more and both of our eyes are turning pale and yellow. A crinckling sound enveloped the area, the sound of something flowing freely with no order, the calm sounds of burbling, flowing and churping and hitting plants, wooden branches. I heard flings of fish jumping and splashing, at the echoe of the splash me and Hellas sprint towards it as the flowing sound grew louder and louder. It finally came in to sight, a slowing sweet river abundant with high-level of liquids, the fish danced happily in the water, these sort of fish had eyes and lived in water similiar to the fish of the herper world but it was a perfect river brimmed with magical essence. Small fairies with wings and pixies flew around the river instead of annoying bugs. The giant purple flowers opened under the river and the water illuminated with a bright purple gleam. It was now night time and the green sky turned obscure and only shades of jade held stiff in the sky. A giant wooden bridge was there' decorated with plants growing on it like it was soil itself, the flowers slightly beamed on the bridge, the wood was soft and the texture of the bridge was soothing but there was a horror beyond. Hellas was startled and I whimpered at the sight of him or – it. My hair on one end sprang upwards and a chill eneveloped by senses. I got goosebumps on how it stood on the bridge, it had armored hands with a Green colored light-weighted sword, the jade color on the whole of the sword gleamed. It had the sign of a silver shining griffin on it. The griffing glared at us with round eyes. The body of a lion and the wings and head of an eagle. Such creatures were rare. Hellas couldn't help it no more and he spoke,

'That's a griffin sign!' exclaimed Hellas with worry.

'So what it's a mythical creature of magic' I replied