Chapter 12 - Hopeless

It was hopeless. I searched everywhere, but the sorcerer was nowhere to be found. I looked around Mt. Mjolnir late into the night. It was already dawn, and I needed some rest.

Going as slow as ever, I wanted to just sleep on the spot. But I knew I couldn't. Countless times, monsters attacked me, and I had to fend them off.

I was dosing off, and almost fell off the bike, had it not been for a large, red centipede. An argiope, it seemed, was feeding on my body oils.

"Gaaah!" I screamed. Quickly, I took my shotgun and fired at it. The bullet pinned it to a nearby tree, with its purple blood oozing out where the bullet hit it.

Needless to say, I had to find an inn. Fast. But….where? I was in the middle of Mt. Mjolnir, which had several mountains. Not just any mountains. Large mountains. The nearest city, Al de Baran, was miles away.

And if that weren't enough, the air was damp, the place smelled horrid, bugs were everywhere, and I was dosing off. Great. What more could I ask?

Aimlessly, I wandered about the mountain, going in circles, even. The lack of sleep was getting to me.

Suddenly, I stopped the hoverbike abruptly. A few rocks fell down the cliff in front of me.

I never realized how high up I was. Mt. Mjolnir was so high up, that Geffen, which was right below it, was a mere speck in a patch of green.

Wait, Geffen's on the other side of this mountain! I looked into the distance. There was another mountain. Part of the Mjolnir Mountains. This was a valley. A valley, which apparently, no one had discovered. Probably due to the fact that hardly anyone dared cross the Mjolnir Mountains.

With a sudden urge of adrenaline, I desperately looked for a path that led to the valley. I looked left. Nothing. Right. Still nothing. I was desperate.

Without thinking, I drove the hoverbike off the cliff. How stupid.

Now, I had bigger problems: How to survive the fall. Thankfully, I would be falling so long that I'd have enough time to think of a way.

Hopefully.

I took out my rosary and wrapped it around my hands, and began praying, "God the Father Almighty, save this servant of yours. God the Father Almighty, save this servant of yours." I began chanting.

It wasn't working. All was lost as I quickly descended. Suddenly, a pair of wings grew on my back. Hope rushed into my soul as I tried as hard as I could to flap them as fast as they could. Taking my wand, I guided my hoverbike down gently, then I soon stepped down as well.

A blessing from God.

…or not.

A man in black robes stepped up to me, saying, "What do you want from us that you dare death?"

"I seek refuge." I said, bowing down, "I need sleep."

"We shall talk tomorrow. Bring him to the inn!" He bellowed. Afterwards, he walked over to my hoverbike and examined it, "Bring with him this…this…contraption as well…"