What is to Come
C: Yay! Finally the 3rd Chapter!!!! It has a cliffhanger! Whoo! Hope it's otay.
Ch.3
The next day Mirala woke up feeling refreshed, and in a better mood. Kreten was packing the remants of last night's dinner. Wesley was preparing his horse, having already prepared hers.
"Wesley," Mirala said, as she folded up her blankets "I usually groom my horse on my own. I am a knight you know." Wesley looked at her calmly and patiently," Yes you are, and a good one too. But if I hadn't done it, you'd be complaining about how late we'd be, because no one had taken the time to help you pack." Mirala glared at him and quietly tossed her blankets into her saddlebags.
He just knows me too well.
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The Eagle Eye tribe were supposed to live in caverns and crevices along the southern wall, but they hadn't seen any so far. They'd been riding along the Wall for hours now, and Mirala was getting bored. She needed some action.
"Wesley?" she asked. Wesley looked up from searching the rocks face. "Hmmm?"
"Don't you think this is, I don't know. Kind of pointless?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, don't you think we should just leave Kreten behind with the horses and look for them on foot? It'd be a lot faster that just looking around from atop a horse."
Wesley gave her a searching look, but then nodded and jumped down from his horse, directing Kreten to take them both as Mira jumped down from her horse.
They made their way to the brush beside the Wall and attempted to climb through. Finally, they made it, and stumbled upon a crack in the mountain, with a narrow path twisting out of site between the two hovering cliffs.
After about an hour of making their way over small boulders and rocks, Wesley stopped abruptly and narrowed his eyebrows, "I have a feeling." he murmered.
Mirala snorted and replyed, "What's that supposed to mean? Your no mage." After looking at him some more and seeing that he wasn't just joking, she asked softly, "Why so cryptic looking. what is it?"
"Can't you feel it?" he said, still looking ahead. Mirala was about to reply with a skeptical no when he suddenly asked, "Do you have your sword?"
"Of, of course, I always bring it with me, you know that. A knight's always prepared and. such." She droned off as Wesley started to mumble under his breath and walk forward.
"Wait! Wesley, what is it? Tell me!"
"Can't you sense it?"
"Augh, no! Like I said before I-"
"It's war."
Mirala stopped dead in her tracks, letting Wesley stumble ahead of her through the stones. She quietly listened to the air, there was something. Something odd. And a smell. It was strange, yet familiar.
Coming back to her senses she ran after Wesley, it seemed like they were running for days until they came to the end of the path, it looked out upon a wide valley. But it wasn't empty, or full of Doi tents. It was filled with warriors.
Blood, she thought, the smell was blood. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
C: Yay! Finally the 3rd Chapter!!!! It has a cliffhanger! Whoo! Hope it's otay.
Ch.3
The next day Mirala woke up feeling refreshed, and in a better mood. Kreten was packing the remants of last night's dinner. Wesley was preparing his horse, having already prepared hers.
"Wesley," Mirala said, as she folded up her blankets "I usually groom my horse on my own. I am a knight you know." Wesley looked at her calmly and patiently," Yes you are, and a good one too. But if I hadn't done it, you'd be complaining about how late we'd be, because no one had taken the time to help you pack." Mirala glared at him and quietly tossed her blankets into her saddlebags.
He just knows me too well.
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The Eagle Eye tribe were supposed to live in caverns and crevices along the southern wall, but they hadn't seen any so far. They'd been riding along the Wall for hours now, and Mirala was getting bored. She needed some action.
"Wesley?" she asked. Wesley looked up from searching the rocks face. "Hmmm?"
"Don't you think this is, I don't know. Kind of pointless?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, don't you think we should just leave Kreten behind with the horses and look for them on foot? It'd be a lot faster that just looking around from atop a horse."
Wesley gave her a searching look, but then nodded and jumped down from his horse, directing Kreten to take them both as Mira jumped down from her horse.
They made their way to the brush beside the Wall and attempted to climb through. Finally, they made it, and stumbled upon a crack in the mountain, with a narrow path twisting out of site between the two hovering cliffs.
After about an hour of making their way over small boulders and rocks, Wesley stopped abruptly and narrowed his eyebrows, "I have a feeling." he murmered.
Mirala snorted and replyed, "What's that supposed to mean? Your no mage." After looking at him some more and seeing that he wasn't just joking, she asked softly, "Why so cryptic looking. what is it?"
"Can't you feel it?" he said, still looking ahead. Mirala was about to reply with a skeptical no when he suddenly asked, "Do you have your sword?"
"Of, of course, I always bring it with me, you know that. A knight's always prepared and. such." She droned off as Wesley started to mumble under his breath and walk forward.
"Wait! Wesley, what is it? Tell me!"
"Can't you sense it?"
"Augh, no! Like I said before I-"
"It's war."
Mirala stopped dead in her tracks, letting Wesley stumble ahead of her through the stones. She quietly listened to the air, there was something. Something odd. And a smell. It was strange, yet familiar.
Coming back to her senses she ran after Wesley, it seemed like they were running for days until they came to the end of the path, it looked out upon a wide valley. But it wasn't empty, or full of Doi tents. It was filled with warriors.
Blood, she thought, the smell was blood. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~