I rushed across the plains. Everything flew past me in a blur as my speed continued to increase with every step I took. As I drew closer, I could feel that the vast Ahanko was almost at the altar. I reached the top of a hill which overlooked the altar and looked down to see that the altar was surrounded by a large crowd.
The altar was a little bit of a letdown. I was expecting to see something significant and elaborate since Wanecuh was their god but it was just a giant slab of stone which someone would lay atop and currently someone was lying on the slab. I focused and saw that it was a woman then my eyes widened as I realized it was Eryn who had her wrists and ankles bound. She looked like she was sleeping despite being tied to the altar.
I saw a man standing over her, pulling a dagger from the sleeves of his dark blue robes. I drew my bow and knocked an arrow before sliding down the hill. I fired nearly a dozen arrows before I reached the bottom. Each one struck a Firid soldier in the back causing everyone to panic.
The moment I reached the bottom I put the bow away then drew Diark just as the remaining Firid soldiers rushed forward thinking to protect their leader and Elders. In my rage, they were no match. I drove Diark into a soldier's chest then tossed Zammorak into the face of another before kicking the soldier off the blade before spinning around to slice through the stomach of a third.
The man's insides started to spill out, and he tried to strike, but I swung up severing his arm. The soldier stumbled forward then collapsed. I turned to the rest of the soldiers who looked a little hesitant to attack as they moved back to stand around their Elders.
"I don't want to harm any more of you!" I said stepping forward, the blade dripping blood. "Let my friend go, and no more of you will die!"
"We'll die if we let her go!"
"I thought that Wanecuh chooses who is sacrificed?" I asked shaking my head then I gestured towards the other women. "Isn't that why all of them are here?"
"Lord Wanecuh will choose from one of them," the man in the blue robes turned from the altar. The man had deep-set teal eyes and thick, straight, brown hair worn in a style that reminded me of a comet's trail. He was very tall with a stout build and white skin along with a pointed chin. "Your friend here is a little extra for him. We have heard that there has been a lot of unrest in the world. We fear that it will come upon us. We need Lord Wanecuh to offer us peace. Keep the unrest from touching our nation." The Elders all let out a cheer for their leader. "I, Laan Nabhrn, cannot allow your friend to be taken by none other than Lord Wanecuh!"
"Well then," I said flicking Diark, removing some of the blood on the blade. "I guess I will have to kill all in my way to free her. I will show you that your god is not a god by slaying him as well."
Laan let out a laugh and ordered the few remaining soldiers to attack. I danced my way around them, and it did not take long until they were all lying at my feet in pools of their own blood. Laan raised a hand and backed up into the altar. His gray eyes showed fear. I brought Diark back to drive through the frail man when there was an explosion of Ahanko in the sky followed by a pillar of fire which shot down into the ground not far away.
The flames vanished revealing a man, who looked exactly like the statue back in Firid, standing in a sizeable scorched circle. His black eyes scanned the area. As it fell on Laan, the Firidian dropped to his knees.
"Lord Wanecuh it is a pleasure to see you." Laan let out a maniacal laugh turning towards me. "You are now dead for interfering!" Laan turned back to Wanecuh. "Lord Wanecuh, this pathetic mortal was trying to take away our sacrifice to you. He said he was going to kill you." Wanecuh turned to me. His orange hair blew in the wind, and I could not see how this person was a god for the Ahanko that was radiating off him was full of pure evil, similar to when I battled Auroiza. "Kill that nonbeliever Lord Wanecuh!"
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The Search Begins Volume 02 of An Unwanted Destiny
FantasyAs a man nears the completion of his destiny, he sits down to write out his life story.