Mages of the Isle Part I: The 14 stones of Eldire
Chapter 8:
"You have fought with a skill I will never have." Francisco said. "I would be honoured to die under your hand"
He gulped , drawing a small amount of blood where his throat met Nikita's blade. Then she withdrew her weapons, interlocking the two massive blades into one double sided sword.
"I would never kill one who would offer such a challenge, especially since you're a Jihado, like myself." Nikita replied, smiling. " I hope you take this sparing of your life as a sign that we are not here to hurt you."
"I do, actually. Perhaps life in the town is more civilized than I thought. You two must be weary from your trek through these swamps. Well, perhaps we should rest before moving on." Francisco implied
"We?" Peter shouted "You tried to kill me, and now you expect we will welcome you with open arms? Your lucky that Nikita is such a kind-hearted individual, for I would have surely sliced you in two!!!"
"Peter, I can see this man has wisdom beyond his years. He is not evil, but misguided and unknowing of the world outside this swamp." Nikita stated. "Anyways, maybe he can help us get wherever you are going to. You seem to need as much help as you can get."
"Two companions are better than one I guess." Peter replied "But why are you coming too, Nikita? You do realize that it is forbidden to enter the swamp. You should be able to sneak back to town without anyone knowing you were here. Why risk your life to help someone like me? I can't even use 2nd level magic..."
"I don't really know." Nikita said questioningly. "I guess I just want to go on an adventure of sorts, even if it's just a walk through a swamp. Plus, I could learn some new things from Francisco. And don't feel left out. I can't use second level magic either."
"Well, I know a safe place we could stop off at, but if we don't leave quickly, we won't get there before nightfall." Francisco said.
"Well, let's go then." Nikita replied.
The two Jihado's started walking away while Peter stood thinking. Something that Nikita had said was bothering him, but he couldn't remember what it was. Then he clicked in, and started running after the two, who were now some distance away.
"I need as much help as I can get?! You're gonna take that back! You saw, I fought Francisco for a while. You come back here now! Do you hear me?!"
So the three continued to trudge along through the swamp, Nikita and Francisco laughing uncontrollably at Peter, with the strangest expression on his face.
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It was a few hours later, and the overhanging trees were beginning to thin out overall. But it was getting dark, and the three adventurers were getting very cold. The night air was crisp and cold, and strange sounds were everywhere. They all stayed close, and Peter and Nikita were on edge. Francisco was very calm, having been throught this swamp more times than anyone ever had been.
"Are we almost there, Francisco?" Peter asked "My armour is beginning to collect frost."
"Can't take the cold?" a voice said.
Nikita and Peter jumped at the sound.
"No need to worry you two, that's just a crab apple tree. They're always trying to get their comments in." Francisco said, pointing at a nearby tree. It's fruits were actually apples with faces, all of them looking like they were in a sour mood.
"Now I've seen everything on this island." Nikita said
"Oh, I'm sure you haven't seen anything yet." Francisco replied.
Avoiding being inticed by the apples' remarks, the three continued onwards, soon stopping at a hut on the edge of the swamp.
"This is my home during summer. It will probably be pretty cold inside, but it's better than sleeping outside" Francisco said.
The three entered, and took three private rooms, thankfully there were three rooms in the hut.
Francisco took the master bedroom. The bed was gigantic, and everything was very extravagant.
Nikita took the next biggest bedroom. It was all Peter could do to thank her for saving his life as to give her the better room. The bed was pretty big, and the enchanted carpet warmed your feet.
Peter got the worst room. The bed was small and almost broke under his weight.( Good thing Peter was so skinny) And the floor was unpolished wood, so Peter had to wear shoes to walk on it. It was very late before Peter got to sleep.
And so the three slept on through the night, unaware of the dangers lurking outside....
Chapter 8:
"You have fought with a skill I will never have." Francisco said. "I would be honoured to die under your hand"
He gulped , drawing a small amount of blood where his throat met Nikita's blade. Then she withdrew her weapons, interlocking the two massive blades into one double sided sword.
"I would never kill one who would offer such a challenge, especially since you're a Jihado, like myself." Nikita replied, smiling. " I hope you take this sparing of your life as a sign that we are not here to hurt you."
"I do, actually. Perhaps life in the town is more civilized than I thought. You two must be weary from your trek through these swamps. Well, perhaps we should rest before moving on." Francisco implied
"We?" Peter shouted "You tried to kill me, and now you expect we will welcome you with open arms? Your lucky that Nikita is such a kind-hearted individual, for I would have surely sliced you in two!!!"
"Peter, I can see this man has wisdom beyond his years. He is not evil, but misguided and unknowing of the world outside this swamp." Nikita stated. "Anyways, maybe he can help us get wherever you are going to. You seem to need as much help as you can get."
"Two companions are better than one I guess." Peter replied "But why are you coming too, Nikita? You do realize that it is forbidden to enter the swamp. You should be able to sneak back to town without anyone knowing you were here. Why risk your life to help someone like me? I can't even use 2nd level magic..."
"I don't really know." Nikita said questioningly. "I guess I just want to go on an adventure of sorts, even if it's just a walk through a swamp. Plus, I could learn some new things from Francisco. And don't feel left out. I can't use second level magic either."
"Well, I know a safe place we could stop off at, but if we don't leave quickly, we won't get there before nightfall." Francisco said.
"Well, let's go then." Nikita replied.
The two Jihado's started walking away while Peter stood thinking. Something that Nikita had said was bothering him, but he couldn't remember what it was. Then he clicked in, and started running after the two, who were now some distance away.
"I need as much help as I can get?! You're gonna take that back! You saw, I fought Francisco for a while. You come back here now! Do you hear me?!"
So the three continued to trudge along through the swamp, Nikita and Francisco laughing uncontrollably at Peter, with the strangest expression on his face.
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It was a few hours later, and the overhanging trees were beginning to thin out overall. But it was getting dark, and the three adventurers were getting very cold. The night air was crisp and cold, and strange sounds were everywhere. They all stayed close, and Peter and Nikita were on edge. Francisco was very calm, having been throught this swamp more times than anyone ever had been.
"Are we almost there, Francisco?" Peter asked "My armour is beginning to collect frost."
"Can't take the cold?" a voice said.
Nikita and Peter jumped at the sound.
"No need to worry you two, that's just a crab apple tree. They're always trying to get their comments in." Francisco said, pointing at a nearby tree. It's fruits were actually apples with faces, all of them looking like they were in a sour mood.
"Now I've seen everything on this island." Nikita said
"Oh, I'm sure you haven't seen anything yet." Francisco replied.
Avoiding being inticed by the apples' remarks, the three continued onwards, soon stopping at a hut on the edge of the swamp.
"This is my home during summer. It will probably be pretty cold inside, but it's better than sleeping outside" Francisco said.
The three entered, and took three private rooms, thankfully there were three rooms in the hut.
Francisco took the master bedroom. The bed was gigantic, and everything was very extravagant.
Nikita took the next biggest bedroom. It was all Peter could do to thank her for saving his life as to give her the better room. The bed was pretty big, and the enchanted carpet warmed your feet.
Peter got the worst room. The bed was small and almost broke under his weight.( Good thing Peter was so skinny) And the floor was unpolished wood, so Peter had to wear shoes to walk on it. It was very late before Peter got to sleep.
And so the three slept on through the night, unaware of the dangers lurking outside....