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This chapter has a bit of a different feel from the others. I hope it works!

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In The Mist

Chapter 4—Winding Road To Heaven

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Wolfram and Eedien walked from one country, one city to one town. Their travels were like one enormous maze, unable to get to any goal. Where ever they travelled, they were always horribly treated with discrimination. Even when there was the relieving sense of acceptance, a place to belong, it never lasted for long.

Being a mazoku or a betrayer never was welcomed. People always found out their backgrounds one way or another.

"It's almost like Shinou has destined us to a life of punishment," Wolfram said lifelessly, holding his forehead. "It's so depressing. I guess I destined myself to it, hey? Sorry bad joke."

No, it was my fault. If you hadn't helped me escape…if you had killed me, you would've been the hero. Eedien walked over from the door where he'd just arrived home from a day's ploughing at the farm they stayed at. He rubbed Wolfram's back then hugged his shoulders gently. Kissing Wolfram on the back of the neck he said, "don't talk like that. Destiny can't block our path forever. Destiny's only the shadow of our lives, we don't have to obey."

Wolfram smiled, wrapping his arm around Eedien's neck. "I'm so glad you're here!" Wolfram laughed happily. "Soo glad. Without you, I'd be a boring wreck. I'd be dead."

"I'll make sure you're always with me. Or else I'd be just as dead. Go herd the sheep now Wol, Master wasn't happy last time you were late. I'll start the fire while you're gone."

"I'll get more wood as well. Be back."

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Eedien sat by the fire, watching snow starting to fall outside the window. Drowsily, he stretched his sore muscles and snuggled closer to the flames. Eedien thought of all the towns they had stayed in. He counted them on his fingers, following an imaginary map in his mind. They avoided their hometowns and in exchange discovered many places neither he nor Wolfram had ever known. The small, poor towns that no nobleman would pass through…

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"GET AWAY FROM THE SHEEP!" an ear splitting growl shook their small cottage.

Sounds of confused sheep baaing rode on the wind to Eedien's ears.

"YOU ARE ONE OF THE LIVING DEAD! REPRESENTIVE OF ALL VOLTURES! SIN ON TWO FEET!"

"I will never hurt your sheep!"

"DECEIVER! MAZOKU TRICKSTER! SON OF A BITCH!"

Within a few moments Wolfram was back, sweating and breathing hard, hurt filled eyes frantically darting around the room for Eedien. Eedien was ready with their necessities and they immediately vacated the cottage after a breath of farewell to their temporary home.

By the time all the villagers had chased their intruders across the boarders, the fire crackling in the small cottage eventually burnt the hut into ashes, leaving nothing to remind the peasants of their time with Wolfram and Eedien.

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That was only one of many, many stories of acquaintance and farewell in and out of village after village. It had now been 2 years and 8 moons after they started their journey. The night was calm and quiet.

"Eedien?" Wolfram said. They were sitting in their tent, camping the night, hoping to arrive at a town the next day.

"Yes?"

"Can you sleep?" Eedien shook his head in reply. Wolfram smiled and nodded his head in agreement. "Neither can I…Eedien? Will you ever go back to Qyltia?"

"No," Eedien said warmly. "Will you ever go back to Shin Makoku?"

"Yeah, okay. No, I can't." Wolfram stretched his hand over to push some hair out of Eedien's face. "Oh well…no other way to think about it, right?"

"Mmhmm…" Eedien closed his eyes and whispered, "Oh well."

All of a sudden Eedien squeezed Wolfram's hand. "Wol?"

"What?" Wolfram said abruptly, swallling his breath. Eedien didn't sound right.

A few seconds later, Wolfram realised what the problem was.

"Horses," they said simultaneously.

"I'll go check," Eedien said and immediately walked out of the tent, giving Wolfram no choice.

Several minutes later the sound of hooves was filling Wolfram's ears. His heart pounding and hand ready to unsheathe his sword. Then he heard shouting voices. Voices too familiar to his ears. He had a painful ache in his chest and splitting sensation in his head.

Jumping to his feet, he dashed outside and ran through the forest to the open. His eyes grew wide as he saw his brothers, Gunter, Yozak and their troops lead by Stopfel. They all were riding horses, charging straight toward another army. Tears threatened to fall as he realised that the enemy was the army from Qyltia, lead by Eedien's father, Xahk von Qyltia.

Wolfram couldn't believe what he was seeing. He couldn't breathe. How can a pleasant evening flip around 180 degrees in a matter of 5 minutes?!

Frozen where he stood, Wolfram saw Stopfel galloping toward Xahk, sword seconds from slicing the head in two when Eedien appeared in the middle of them, Stopfel's sword in Eedien's body instead of Xahk's and Xahk's sword in his own son's neck, a result of panicked instinct.

Now everything froze in Wolfram's mind. He couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anyone moving, he just ran, screaming, couldn't even hear his own voice.

What was Eedien thinking? Save his father, after all they did? You said you'd never go back! Never go back to Qyltia!!! You LIE! TAKE IT BACK! PLEASE!

By the time things were in motion again, he found himself sprawled over Eedien, desperately trying to yank the swords out of his lover's back. Tears were falling everywhere. He felt for the wounds and madly tried to stop the blood from flowing.

"No! Eedien?! NO! ANSWER ME ANSWER ME!"

Everyone knew that Eedien had no life left in him, even Wolfram knew.

"A mazoku!" some Qyltian soldiers yelled and a swarm of arrows were shot straight in Wolfram's direction.

Wolfram screamed in anguish and pain as his mind was exploding with physical agony as 5 arrows shot into his arms and shoulders. But tenderness and sorrow numbed those physical pains.

"Eedien, you said, you would never go back to Qyltia! Why…why?" Why did you die for your father?!

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Almost nearing the end now! I think next chapter will be the final one!

Thanks for all of you for reading this far! Can't miss the end now right? .-