Hoodie
One thing I quickly found out was that the tall, thin 283 was that she was talkative. Extremely talkative. She was also pretty loud, and more than one time I had to remind her that the monsters wouldn't burn up yet, and that she needed to be quiet. She would then talk quietly, only to slowly raise her voice until I had to remind her again. So far we had confirmed that her favorite color was yellow, mine was blue, and other silly stuff like that.
"Are we there yet?"
"What, to the Frozen?"
"Well, yeah."
"We're not even entirely out of Mountainwall's province. We should hit Birchwood by morning though."
"That sucks. How do this for a job? It seems really boring. What even is Birchwood?"
"A sawmill town." Almost all of the Five Cities had a few towns scattered around it. All except Mayla, which was built on the tree tops in the jungles. They rarely had to deal with monsters; and their main crops were coco beans and watermelon. I've heard that the weather is warm and humid, and it was an overall nice place to be.
"How long until morning? I'm bored out of my mind here. I wish something interesting would-"
"Don't you dare say it!" I shouted, but there was still some rustling in the leaves. "Son of a mooshroom!"
I stopped Shadow as quickly as I could. Bandits were not uncommon outside of the City. They also were slower and less deadly than Ends, but mind you, they were still deadly. Men on horses emerged from the bushes and blocked the path ahead. I turned around, but we were completely surrounded.
One of the bandits raised his voice. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Just a Herald, all by herself." His voice sounded angrier now. "We want all your emeralds. And whatever's in the bag."
So I slid off my saddle.
Then suddenly, he was on the ground, with deep red blooming from his chest to the shoulder. Whatever got him seemed just like a blur, attacking and slashing the bandits, as if they were butter. One by one, each of the men fell off their horse. Then, just as it had started, it was over. It just stopped. And back at the head of the circle, a boy stood, shoulders rising up and down, as if he was out of breath.
He was wearing a black hoodie; with a small bit of black hair that was poking out, contrasting with the green edges. Over the jacket was an iron chest plate. In his hand, he held a diamond sword; blood dripping onto the dirt below. I could of sworn I saw something etched on it in the Old Language.
But as soon as he was there, he was gone.
Hope you guys liked the chapter! Sorry I haven't updated the past few weeks, I've been busy. Thanks to King James10158for "Hoodie." I'm still doing OC's. Have a good one!