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After getting the needed supplies for the journey, Myria and Aeron enter the south fields of Prontera and start walking through the dark forests. Slaying the occasional Poring or Fabre, they walked along the worn old paths, overgrown with weeds. After what seemed like days, they were so tired that the two could not walk anymore. The thieves smiled to each other. They were full of energy. As each day brought them closer to Izlude the more excited they became.
That night Myria started a fire and started to cook dinner. Aeron was busy training in preparation of meeting the guildsmen of the Swordsmen's guild. As the day started to die, they sat around the fire, discussing about their trip to Izlude and wondering what were the requirements to pass the test and become a Swordsmen. Aeron had mastered all the basic skills that were needed but he was very anxious about the specific test that they would give him. They slept fitfully that night, unawares that Wen and Tye was making secret plans and the town of Izlude lay less than two days away.
The next day, the two siblings noticed the road was becoming more worn out, as if more people had come this way. Realizing that they were very close to the city of Izlude, the two celebrated by making a large breakfast. Their rations were almost all gone anyways, but Myria was able to make a good egg and meat breakfast with an apple on the side.
Just as they were finishing their meal, Myria heard a soft cry come from the bushes. Curious, she walked slowly towards the direction of the noise. Suddenly a large amount of Porings appeared out of nowhere and threw her to the ground. Feeling the tiny slimy bodies crawl over her, made Myria scream in panic. Aeron appeared and viewed the whole situation with a hearty laugh.
"Myria, you can't always be so scared of the things. They're really not that aggressive."
Myria stood up and brushed the dirt off her clothes. The Porings were out of sight by now. Some were killed by Aeron as they tried to steal his knife. Reaching into her pockets, she searched vainly for her apple. Looking around, Myria shouted angrily, "Those little thieves stole my apple!"
Aeron laughed again and offered his apple to his sister. "Come on! We have to get back to the camp."
They shared the apple and started walking but just as they entered their camp site, Myria felt that something was wrong. The clearing didn't contain any signs of them having spent the night. Everything had disappeared except the signs of their having been a camp fire. Panicking, Myria ran into the clearing and looked around.
"Where's Wen and Tye? Where did my equipment go? Where's my zennies?"
Aeron felt the rage welling up inside of him. "Those little rascals." He whispered angrily. Picking up a nearby rock, Aeron threw it with all his might. "Those little rascals." He repeated. After searching in vain, the two could not find any traces of Wen or Tye. Giving up, Aeron and Myria decided to continue on their path to Izlude which lay less than a day's travel ahead.
It was around mid-day when Aeron and Myria finally reached Izlude. Without any herbs or equipment, Myria was in bad shape. She was tired both emotionally and physically. Aeron knew that she wanted to rest but seeing as they had no zennies, it was hopeless to try and find a room to rest in. Luckily for them, they saw an isolated corner near the items shop. Sitting down on the ground, the two closed their eyes and enjoyed the shade that the items shop provided.
"Myria."
"Yeah? What is it?"
"I'm going to go and train some more. I'll bring back some items and we can sell it for zennies okay?"
Concerned, Myria looked at her brother. He looked sincere enough, but it was getting late. If he fought in the mid-day sun, without shade or water...
"Don't worry about me, Myria. I'm your older brother, remember?"
Finally, Myria could only nod and smile encouragingly at her brother as he walked back out the entrance of Izlude. Turning back around, she tried to nap as the crowds walked by and looked at her. Some man walked by and leered while boys taunted her. Feeling embarrassed, Myria could only ignore the comments and closed her eyes.
"Young lady, the streets of Izlude is no place for you."
Opening her eyes, Myria saw an old man crouching beside her. Knowing that she should be weary of the old man, but she felt that he was a kind person. Someone who was willing to help. Perhaps it was his grey beard which was both comforting and funny looking.
"I'm waiting for my brother to come back." She replied.
"Why don't you wait at the inn?" The old man asked.
"Two thieves stole all our zennies."
Wrinkling his brow, the old man motioned for her to get up. Obediently, Myria stood up and looked questioningly at the old man. "What is it?"
"You'll not be staying on the streets until he comes back. Come with me and we'll find your brother. Then you guys can stay over at my place."
Feeling full of energy again, Myria happily went after the old man. They had a place to stay!
Outside of Izlude, Aeron sat down hard. He was tired from traveling for so long. He was tired from picking up items and his sack had started to feel very heavy indeed. As he looked towards the darkened sky, he felt worried about his sister. Finally, getting up Aeron headed for the gates of Izlude. Before he reached it though, he heard a familiar voice shouting for him.
"Aeron! Aeron! Where are you?"
Searching for his sister, Aeron walked faster and faster. What was it? Was she in trouble? But then again, there was a hint of happiness in her voice. Perhaps she found some zennies? Or she wanted to help him pick up items. Before any of these questions were answered, Myria flew into his arms and grabbed his hair.
"Ow! Hey, get off! What are you, crazy?"
"No, just extremely happy."
Aeron looked behind his sister and his gaze fell upon an old man. He had a grey beard which was tied and worn in a funny manner. His attire was simple and was the costume of an acolyte. Noticing that the old man was smiling, Aeron smiled back.
"Sorry, you must be her brother. My name is Jhude. I live in Izlude working at the clinic. I've noticed your sister sitting by herself in the corner and I offer you my home as shelter. It's up to you as to whether or not you accept."
The news was welcoming to Aeron's ears. Finally, they were able to rest and relax.
At Jhude's home, they marveled at the various kinds of herbs that were available. Jhude had grown different kinds of herbs which he planted outside in his garden. Many strange potions brewed in the inner rooms and the place smelled like Nature. Myria felt like she was at home again. Their mother had been an acolyte. She had also kept a large variety of herbs at home. Myria as a child, loved to climb into the herb garden and smell the aromas that were present. Most summer days, Myria's mother would find her cuddled near an herb plant and napping outside.
Feeling both relieved and happy, the two slept soundly in their little beds, dreaming about their days at home and their mother and father. That night, Myria's dreams were disturbed. She was dreaming about her mother when suddenly she felt her dream shift. Without knowledge of where she was in the dream, the landscape seemed to be very foreign to her. Many people were gathered around her and she saw her mother amongst one of them. Trying to reach her mother, Myria fell and the dark engulfed her.
Suddenly, Myria awoke with a cry and felt a cool hand on her forehead. Looking up, she saw Jhude smiling at her. "Sleep. You're tired. Sleep soundly now." Immediately, Myria felt tired and the last thing she saw before her heavy eyelids closed was Aeron whispering to Jhude.
After getting the needed supplies for the journey, Myria and Aeron enter the south fields of Prontera and start walking through the dark forests. Slaying the occasional Poring or Fabre, they walked along the worn old paths, overgrown with weeds. After what seemed like days, they were so tired that the two could not walk anymore. The thieves smiled to each other. They were full of energy. As each day brought them closer to Izlude the more excited they became.
That night Myria started a fire and started to cook dinner. Aeron was busy training in preparation of meeting the guildsmen of the Swordsmen's guild. As the day started to die, they sat around the fire, discussing about their trip to Izlude and wondering what were the requirements to pass the test and become a Swordsmen. Aeron had mastered all the basic skills that were needed but he was very anxious about the specific test that they would give him. They slept fitfully that night, unawares that Wen and Tye was making secret plans and the town of Izlude lay less than two days away.
The next day, the two siblings noticed the road was becoming more worn out, as if more people had come this way. Realizing that they were very close to the city of Izlude, the two celebrated by making a large breakfast. Their rations were almost all gone anyways, but Myria was able to make a good egg and meat breakfast with an apple on the side.
Just as they were finishing their meal, Myria heard a soft cry come from the bushes. Curious, she walked slowly towards the direction of the noise. Suddenly a large amount of Porings appeared out of nowhere and threw her to the ground. Feeling the tiny slimy bodies crawl over her, made Myria scream in panic. Aeron appeared and viewed the whole situation with a hearty laugh.
"Myria, you can't always be so scared of the things. They're really not that aggressive."
Myria stood up and brushed the dirt off her clothes. The Porings were out of sight by now. Some were killed by Aeron as they tried to steal his knife. Reaching into her pockets, she searched vainly for her apple. Looking around, Myria shouted angrily, "Those little thieves stole my apple!"
Aeron laughed again and offered his apple to his sister. "Come on! We have to get back to the camp."
They shared the apple and started walking but just as they entered their camp site, Myria felt that something was wrong. The clearing didn't contain any signs of them having spent the night. Everything had disappeared except the signs of their having been a camp fire. Panicking, Myria ran into the clearing and looked around.
"Where's Wen and Tye? Where did my equipment go? Where's my zennies?"
Aeron felt the rage welling up inside of him. "Those little rascals." He whispered angrily. Picking up a nearby rock, Aeron threw it with all his might. "Those little rascals." He repeated. After searching in vain, the two could not find any traces of Wen or Tye. Giving up, Aeron and Myria decided to continue on their path to Izlude which lay less than a day's travel ahead.
It was around mid-day when Aeron and Myria finally reached Izlude. Without any herbs or equipment, Myria was in bad shape. She was tired both emotionally and physically. Aeron knew that she wanted to rest but seeing as they had no zennies, it was hopeless to try and find a room to rest in. Luckily for them, they saw an isolated corner near the items shop. Sitting down on the ground, the two closed their eyes and enjoyed the shade that the items shop provided.
"Myria."
"Yeah? What is it?"
"I'm going to go and train some more. I'll bring back some items and we can sell it for zennies okay?"
Concerned, Myria looked at her brother. He looked sincere enough, but it was getting late. If he fought in the mid-day sun, without shade or water...
"Don't worry about me, Myria. I'm your older brother, remember?"
Finally, Myria could only nod and smile encouragingly at her brother as he walked back out the entrance of Izlude. Turning back around, she tried to nap as the crowds walked by and looked at her. Some man walked by and leered while boys taunted her. Feeling embarrassed, Myria could only ignore the comments and closed her eyes.
"Young lady, the streets of Izlude is no place for you."
Opening her eyes, Myria saw an old man crouching beside her. Knowing that she should be weary of the old man, but she felt that he was a kind person. Someone who was willing to help. Perhaps it was his grey beard which was both comforting and funny looking.
"I'm waiting for my brother to come back." She replied.
"Why don't you wait at the inn?" The old man asked.
"Two thieves stole all our zennies."
Wrinkling his brow, the old man motioned for her to get up. Obediently, Myria stood up and looked questioningly at the old man. "What is it?"
"You'll not be staying on the streets until he comes back. Come with me and we'll find your brother. Then you guys can stay over at my place."
Feeling full of energy again, Myria happily went after the old man. They had a place to stay!
Outside of Izlude, Aeron sat down hard. He was tired from traveling for so long. He was tired from picking up items and his sack had started to feel very heavy indeed. As he looked towards the darkened sky, he felt worried about his sister. Finally, getting up Aeron headed for the gates of Izlude. Before he reached it though, he heard a familiar voice shouting for him.
"Aeron! Aeron! Where are you?"
Searching for his sister, Aeron walked faster and faster. What was it? Was she in trouble? But then again, there was a hint of happiness in her voice. Perhaps she found some zennies? Or she wanted to help him pick up items. Before any of these questions were answered, Myria flew into his arms and grabbed his hair.
"Ow! Hey, get off! What are you, crazy?"
"No, just extremely happy."
Aeron looked behind his sister and his gaze fell upon an old man. He had a grey beard which was tied and worn in a funny manner. His attire was simple and was the costume of an acolyte. Noticing that the old man was smiling, Aeron smiled back.
"Sorry, you must be her brother. My name is Jhude. I live in Izlude working at the clinic. I've noticed your sister sitting by herself in the corner and I offer you my home as shelter. It's up to you as to whether or not you accept."
The news was welcoming to Aeron's ears. Finally, they were able to rest and relax.
At Jhude's home, they marveled at the various kinds of herbs that were available. Jhude had grown different kinds of herbs which he planted outside in his garden. Many strange potions brewed in the inner rooms and the place smelled like Nature. Myria felt like she was at home again. Their mother had been an acolyte. She had also kept a large variety of herbs at home. Myria as a child, loved to climb into the herb garden and smell the aromas that were present. Most summer days, Myria's mother would find her cuddled near an herb plant and napping outside.
Feeling both relieved and happy, the two slept soundly in their little beds, dreaming about their days at home and their mother and father. That night, Myria's dreams were disturbed. She was dreaming about her mother when suddenly she felt her dream shift. Without knowledge of where she was in the dream, the landscape seemed to be very foreign to her. Many people were gathered around her and she saw her mother amongst one of them. Trying to reach her mother, Myria fell and the dark engulfed her.
Suddenly, Myria awoke with a cry and felt a cool hand on her forehead. Looking up, she saw Jhude smiling at her. "Sleep. You're tired. Sleep soundly now." Immediately, Myria felt tired and the last thing she saw before her heavy eyelids closed was Aeron whispering to Jhude.