Tyler Harisson Chronicles: The Gryphon's Sacred Blood

Chapter 39: The Goddess of Waterslide

When you say, 'Frozen Peaks', it literally meant both frozen and with a lot of mountains.

The whole camp was covered in a thick blanket of snow. The igloos around him were silently glowing in the dead of the gloomy afternoon, and the soft winter breeze swept Tyler's hair back and forth. To his right, several wizards were training in the form of a magic duel. Demigods dressed in warm cotton jackets and mittens murmured as they passed. As they traversed the camp, a statue of a god and goddess stood aloft in defiance.

"Khione and Boreas," Amber informed.

Footprints crisscrossed beneath them as they get passed through a vast temple made of marble stones with two ice wizard guards. It looked like a statue of Zeus and Hera, honouring their divinity and as respect to their existence. To the far left, an acre of denuded brown trees and vivid saffron and bright snow flowers stained the bases of each igloo camp, lamppost, and willow tree.

"This place looked a lot different from Fall Fields," Tyler said amusingly.

"Yes. Every house had its unique landscape and magic. Each plays a vital role in the whole Strifwick. This place is like a whole region that's invisible to the human's map." Amber explained.

Tyler remembered the first time he arrived in Strifwick. Everything seemed very new to him. The Fall Fields, Frozen Peaks, the Dining Hall, everything. He wanted to explore the Eternals, Gust Citadels, and the Demigods Domain. Tyler remembered some places, but he realised he still has a business that needed to be accomplished first before he could wander around.

Amber put his arm around Rafferty's shoulder, which seemed to still have a troubled expression.

"Is something the matter?"

Rafferty nodded. "Let me take you to Noble Naflamuss first. He needs your understanding. Especially you." He gave Tyler a sad, pained look.

He stared back at him and managed to crack a smile. "Everything's going to be fine. Trust me."

Rafferty did not answer.

They both followed him in silence. The large steel gates that separate the Frozen Peaks from the mainland of Strifwick was magnificent. It was made of ice, and you wouldn't want to stick your tongue in there because it wouldn't be fun.

Before they could leave, Amber suggested that they should get rid of the coats. Tyler squinted, and beyond the solid ice gates, warm afternoon sunlight sprawled all over the green field outside. By just looking, Tyler could tell that the centre land of Strifwick was a vast mass of prairie. Sunflower fields blossoming just east to them, and small cottages, like mini rest houses, were scattered around for tired demigods and wizards. Strifwick was an ideal place for a vacation if you want to get away from the city's noise. It was peaceful, calm, and safe. Just don't include the impending threat imposed by Dwergloud, and Tyler couldn't rest because they haven't stopped him yet. They've only slowed him down. And that's all thanks to Hannah's ability to tore the veil and opened the vast world of shadows and trapped him there. It would only buy them some time, but it wouldn't be that long before he could get free and strike again.

"I think we should use our broomsticks," Rafferty suggested.

Amber nodded and smiled at Tyler. "You can ride with me. Sorry, I thought Fergus was outside your igloo when you woke up. Guess he might have missed this place and wandered after eating."

"That's fine. He deserves the freedom," He said.

Amber whistled and waited for a few seconds, and then his broomstick rushed to his side like a floating motorcycle. Rafferty cautiously looked from his behind to his left, then right. He hanged his hand silently beside him, and a blue sparkle formed between his palms. Blue sphere formed and extended, forming a long broomstick made of maple branch and dotted with blue gems. He grabbed the handle and sat on it comfortably and then looked at them. "Shall we?"