Silverstory
By: ShyoB.
Chapter Two: Beware of the Green Archer! (Part 1)
Shylohh glanced between the two, eagerly waiting for their response. Her bright eyes danced under the starlit evening that blanketed the skies of Emain Macha. The ex guild members only came to look for opportunity in this quaint town, but now that ship has sailed when their means of making a living what shot down by faulty business.
Von glanced up at his colossal companion, seeing what he has to say for the matter. We need the money Tora…
Torakouri glared down at the Elf, in hopes of scarring her off. He didn't like puny, squishy elves. They were a nuisance that didn't need to exist in this world, especially what they have done to his people.
"No, you can get there on your own. You were able to catch Byrun with your tricks, I think you'll be able to go on your own." With that said, Torakouri turned his back on the Elf, and marched on towards the forest, leading into the next town. Von reluctantly followed behind him, turning back to see the dissatisfied look that crossed her face.
"You think you were too harsh on her, I mean…" Voncolonel stopped when he saw the look on his partners' face.
"You think we should help her kind? Elves are ungrateful, pointy eared cowardice pansies that should be burned in the underworld. You know what they did to my people, and you agreed that you were on my side!" Torakouri huffed, stretching his thickly built legs to walk at a faster pace. Voncolonel struggled to keep up with him.
"E-Even so, she offered to help us, it's not like a one way street here." Voncolonel huffed, straining his legs to jog to catch up to the fleeing Giant. Torakouri paused in mid-step, "I know, but still."
Voncolonel rolled his eyes. Of course, why would Torakouri bend over backwards for a stranger, especially an elf at that too. The gunslinger knew full well that he had a strong animosity towards the elves, and it shouldn't have been a surprise that the Giant would reject her. But, he supposed, he did have a glimmer of hope that she could come along.
"But of course, your hatred means more than her kindness."
"It's not hatred! It's J-"
"Justice? Tora, I think you need to self check your definition of Justice." With that the silver top marched on, finally picking up his pace to surpass the larger mans steps, his blood boiling.
As the two fled Emain Macha's grand entrance, Shylohh watched their figures blend in with the thick fog bank surrounding the town. A prominent frown stained her usually cheery face. What's his problem?
Shylohh unraveled the crinkled map in her hands, and reexamined it. As Voncolonel pointed out, it was an ancient artifact…an artifact that was her ticket to regain her memories. The maps yellowed torn edged corners gently flipped as another chilly breeze swept over the evening skies. Shylohh needed to go, her rent in staying in this town was overdue, so she had no choice but to travel onward, without the Grumpy giant and his flamboyant companion.
Scanning over the foreign territory drawn on the aged hemp, Shylohh justified that her new course of direction was to go eastward, to Port Cobh. She would need to go to that local port city that would take her to Belvast, in order to go to a continent called Iria.
From what the young Elf recalled, it was a continent created by the Irinid. In that continent, lied a city of Filia, where her roots originated. As what the explorer she met in Udahl instructed, she should rekindle her memories from there.
What a peculiar site though. Don't they have some medical way to regain memory loss by now? I'm sure some magician could use his magical powers, or a herbalist could concoct some sorta potion for that! Ugh, traveling is such a drag…
Shylohh folded up the map and chucked it neatly in her bag then pulled out another map to guide her. Even after living with the humans for the past five months, she still managed to get lost. Not that it was really her fault; everything was still a bit foreign to her.
Voncolonel shot another fire into the air, hoping to shoot another bird. "Aw man, these birds are way too fast." His stomach rumbled at the thought of roasting a bird over an open fire, savoring the taste of tender pink meat, the aroma of Burnt poultry…
"Can you stop drooling over my shoulder, it's disgusting." Tora muttered, fixing Voncolonel's weight on his broad shoulders. He figured the extra boost would enhance his accuracy.
Voncolonel wiped the excess drool pooling down his chin with his sleeve, and laughed sheepishly. "Oh, Sorry man.", Looking beyond the treetops, he refocused on the task at hand. After a day of traveling, the two grew hungry, and Dunbarton was still 3 days away. Even though shooting in the dark wasn't an ideal plan…desperate times called for desperate measures.
"Ok, I only have 2 bullets left. I'm going to shoot one last time, and if I don't get it… I'm going to cry." Torakouri couldn't help but chuckle at his statement, such a drama queen.
Glancing back up, Voncolonel cocked his gun upwards towards the sky, and waited for another bird to cross his view.
Unknowingly a blur, followed by a gust of wind, rustled over the tree tops from above. For a trained pair of ears that the giant possessed, he knew that wasn't the sounds of the wind howling at night, but something else…not exactly a bird…
The giant paused, "You hear that?" Voncolonel shushed himself from blabbering into the dark woods they were currently traveling through; obviously his armed artillery didn't make enough noise for potential danger to lurk near them.
Waiting a few seconds in the total dark that surrounded the two, Voncolonel patiently tried to listen carefully to see what his friend picked up. The silence was deafening.
"Ah, no, I don't hear anything." Von crossed his arms, furrowing his brows as he could feel a stabbing sensation eating his side. At this point, he was way past hunger, almost into starvation mode.
"Shh, wait, and you'll hear it."
This time, he heard it. He didn't know exactly what the sound was, until it rustled the treetops surrounding the duo. His heart thumped hard against his chest, was someone stalking them?
Torakouri set the young man down on his feet, and fixed himself into a fighting stance, cracking his knuckles. Voncolonel stood beside him, preparing to launch into action. Torakouri jerked his head when another rustle was heard by a nearby bush. His glare penetrated through the bush, constantly keeping his eye on it. He could feel his adrenaline pulsating through his veins, ready for anything to come at him…
Unexpectedly, a small furry creature leaped from the bushes, practically startling them to death. "Oh, it was just a Squirrel." Voncolonel sighed, nearly feeling weak to the knees...so much for being a part of a dark guild. Torakouri face palmed himself, luckily the darkness of the woods masked the red swelling of his forehead.
"Let's continue, if we follow this trail, we'll ultimately get to Dunbarton."
Voncolonel regained his composure and trekked with the Giant once again, hopefully they won't be running into any more squirrels...
The crowd quickly dispersed when a devout thief dashed through the crowded streets of the Capital.
"-AHAHAHAH! CAN't CATCH ME, I'M THE GINGERBREAD MAN…ER WOMAN!" boasted a short girl as she zipped past a line of guards charging after her on their stead. Of all places to steal, why did the boss instruct us to go to Tara?! Security is SO TIGHT here!
Quickly fumbling in her purse, she whipped out a tiny fiddle and played a selection of notes, calling for help. As she ran farther, and farther away from the castle, she felt her stamina drop significantly. The only thing that kept her going was the sound of the hooves stomping on the dirt pathway out of the capital. When she squeezed through a crowd of pedestrians in the shopping square, she played her fiddle once more, seeing as no one has come to her aid yet.
"LOOK OVER THERE MEN!" A guard shouted, catching the sight of the girl's ponytail whip around the corner as she tried to flee the scene. Just as she was going to get cornered in an ally, a shadow loomed over her, and a cry of an eagle came to her rescue. Ah, just in time!
The girl sprung out a lasso and whipped it around the Eagles' leg, lifting herself off the ground in time before the guards took a hold of her. Peeking over her shoulder, she could see the dissatisfied scowl of the men below that attempted to capture her.
The eagle clenched it's claws around her arms, fixing her to get a steady grip on her master before they took off once again from a successful mission.
"BOYS, REMEMBER THIS AS THE DAY YOU ALMOST CAUGHT THE GREEN BANDIT" she waved proudly, blowing raspberries as her eagle swooped through the air, and out of Tara.
Along the Capitals Border, a Blond girl in her late teens watched the infamous eagle glide over her head, with the familiar face that was etched on the wanted poster she had clenched in her hand. Drawing out a velvet pouch from her cloak, Neymarlon examined the real prize that the Bandit failed to realize as she was escaping. Scanning over the article, the fledging warrior smirked. "You may have escaped the premises, but you swiped the wrong tiara fool."