#283
I probably could have put up more of a fight than I did. What could possibly be so important that someone needs to risk their life? It was only a tiny brown paper wrapped thing. Who could even have the power to order us to do this? The Boss wouldn't just send us to the Frozen if he could help it.
All at once the hopelessness of the whole situation hit me like a brick. I had already taken it, so there was no going back now. There were most likely going to bandits, since they were the reason why most Heralds don't retire. Besides, there was a reason the region is called the Frozen. It snowed all the time. Snowstorms meant no sunlight, which means that monsters won't burn when day breaks. Plus, I would have to travel at night. The only light I had was of the full moon and two glowing purple eyes.
In my head I was spitting out every curse word in my vocabulary, which was no small amount. Ends were created by some crazy scientist (I know it starts with a T) and his lab assistant. Ends could teleport, hated light, were hurt by water, would rob you blind, and would flat out murder you if you accidentally looked at them wrong. In other words, they were incredibly bad news.
Somewhere in the middle of my silent cussing, my mind got my arms to move toward my bow. My best bet would be to try and shoot it in its Ender Pearl, so that it couldn't teleport after me. However, that would be quite the feat since the target was about two inches in diameter, was swinging around rapidly, about twenty feet away, and I'm far from being the shot in the world. Not to mention I only had a dozen arrows in my quiver.
Even if I'm not the best shot, I did pride myself in being one of the fastest people in Mountainwall. I managed to lose three of my arrows before it teleported right next to me and punch me in the stomach. Gasping for air, it had hit me hard enough that I had slid off Shadow, my horse. I could even hear the gravel of the path grind together as I slid on my back. Eyes that seemed at least twenty feet away now seemed less than two feet away. Now I was really dead.
Surprisingly, a small female voice spoke up. "It is not polite to shoot at people. And you shouldn't swear. Swearing is very unbecoming of a young lady."
Still gasping for air, I replied, "Says the person who was going to rob-slash-murder me."
"You shouldn't make assumptions like that, Mia."
"How do you know my name?'
The eyes drew back and a hand in a black glove was extended. "Because I'm supposed to help you." She giggled. "Besides, you look all silly on the ground like that."
Me, being me, was immediately curious about this strange creature. From what I could see in the darkness, she was wearing a robe that almost reached to her feet that had a hood that obscured her face, except for the neon purple eyes. With the glow, I could see black bangs hanging down to her eyebrows. I decided to press my luck.
"What's your name? You already know mine."
"I am to be identified as 283 for identification convenience." Convenience, right. Why is she known as that?
"Alright, then, 283, who sent you too help me?"
"I am on a mission as per the request of the Queen."
That would make sense. The Queen of Mountainwall would have enough power to order someone to go on this job.
"Mia, I suggest that we continue on with our journey, for it will be a long one."
"What'll you ride? I only have Shadow with me."
I looked up to see my loyal dark grey horse, finding him casually grazing next to a black horse with purple eyes.
"Are we to mount and ride to the Frozen?"
I have a feeling that this is only going to weirder.
This has been Mia of the Heralds chapter four. Thanks for all the support on this story! We have almost 100 views! This story takes place in the future for us. The whole thing with the journal takes place in the past. I hope you guys tune in next week for some more!