Fate
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"We are gaining upon them sir Nicholas, our spies have found them heading towards the outlands."
"I should have thought of it Fenn always did have a soft spot towards that crazy distorted piece of land, after all, he was born near there." Nicholas mused while rubbing the skull pendant hanging on his neck, it was a gift awarded to him by Ra-Aghul.
Suddenly Nicholas stood up from where he was sitting, while getting on his dragon and clasping his large sword Nicholas stared at his subordinates with madness and killing intent present in eyes. "You guys stay behind you will only get in my way." His voice hoarse and difficult as if suppressing something. His subordinates seeing this quickly bowed and retreated they knew that was how Nicholas got his name the bloody hound, once he had news of his target he was always consumed by craziness and bloodlust and would destroy anything that would delay him from reaching his target. Although the craziness and uncontrollable killing intent was a disadvantage, the technique had a major feature that trumped its defects. The appearance of killing intent meant he had successfully locked on the target and no matter where the target ran to Nicholas would always get his accurate position. Nicholas flew off in a hurry, his eyes glowing red he and his dragon had already locked into Fenn there was no escape now, only one of them would be alive by this time tomorrow.
Two years later
It had been a long time since Drage had been back to the village, old memories were stirring up in his mind reminding him of the few warm times he had here, but this was no time for nostalgia he was here for one purpose only, which was to find what Fenn called the scroll of sealing, although Drage was somewhat suspicious of the existence of such a scroll and why it could be found in his home in the first place but the past two years training with Fenn has made him clear that no matter how weird and cryptic Fenn’s instructions were they were all for his good. He needed to quickly find the scroll and head back to the outlands and help out with the fae, according to Fenn it was the only weapon that could permanently kill a fae. He remembered the first time he encountered the mystical cannibals, it was during a hectic training session and then a beautiful female walked into their training grounds, she had fair beautiful skin, bright green eyes that seemed to glow with magic, a voluptuous body that seemed to enchant both men and women and with a charming smile that seemed to charm all beings. In fact, she did charm all things present in the training ground that day, even the dragons were no exception when she was about to devour Fenn Shriller’s enhanced perception felt danger and she instinctively attacked the source of the threat. Her hot silvery flames that seemed to burn through magic itself dealt immense damage to the fae and destroyed her true glamour.
With the glamour undone Drage and the rest were awoken from her charm and then they saw it, the beasts true form, a repulsive creature with tiny muddy eyes large uneven teeth filling its large disproportional mouth and various repugnant warts filling its dirty fat hideous face. Its body was human-shaped but was filled with various fats and folds that covered its whole body. Just looking at its true form made them all nauseated. The creature was burnt to ashes by Shriller’s special flames but Fenn had told him that although shriller had burnt through its magic the fae was very much alive and would come back soon to enact its revenge. Fenn had sent him out of the outland to search for what he called a scroll of sealing which would be effective against the fae. Fenn had been acting strange lately and Drage had been getting a bad feeling, the appearance of the fae made Drage think the bad feeling his instincts were warning about was the fae so when Fenn gave him the map he didn’t delay or listen to his inner doubts but flew nonstop all the way to the area marked on its pages. The map Drage had been given led straight toward his own village, after some minutes of sneaking around the village ignoring its residents, he did not want to expose himself Ra-Aghul's spies were everywhere, he had learnt this the hard way, Drage still remembers the hard-won battle that occurred during their journey to the outlands, almost all bones in his body was broken even Fenn was badly injured, even till today the old injuries as a result of the battle plagued Fenn causing him unimaginable pain and weakness.
Drage shook his head removing his random thoughts and focusing once again at the task at hand, Drage found himself standing on the spot where his old house was erected. After checking the map again Drage was sure what he was looking for was located in this spot, although Drage found it strange that the map left to his old house but Drage was sure the map was an ancient one, not something Fenn had drawn up. He was sure because he could feel the faint magic fluctuations that filled the paper. Drage stood in the secluded area where his house once stood thinking of how to dig the ground without alarming the villagers when the map started emitting sharp fluctuations and then the drawings depicted on the map started changing and outlined some weird archaic writings, Drage did not recognize the wordings but he could understand the words, Drage wasn’t surprised at this phenomenon, he had been exposed to a lot weirder magical situations over the past years. The words outlined on the page read “go to the point of no return, find the creature that couldn’t be burnt, their destiny awaits, your path outlined showing you the way to fulfil your fate.”
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