Chapter 12
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It was dark and she could hear screams, the sound of steel colliding, the angry neighing of horses, and the sickening sound of ripping flesh. As she awake, she sees a troll, trying to hit her with a big hammer.
"RUN"
The group was attacked by trolls, the ugly monsters with beady eyes who tried to kill them by ambushing them when they were sleeping.
"Ugh-uh"
Eleanor rolled and draws her sword, aiming at it's head. After few attempts, she managed to impale the head. Too much is happening and she is still in a state of confusion, wondering if this living hell situation is a dream or reality. She can feel a weird feeling lingering within her body, like a thirst but a thirst for death by her hand.
As she grasped the situation, there were fireballs coming out of nowhere, burning all those trolls alive. Some trolls tried to flee but were chased by a group of people in emerald green cloak. There were few of them who stayed and treat the wounded.
"Excuse me, are you ok?"
A voice came from her back gave her a slight of goosebumps. It was a guy in a emerald green cloack.
Eleanor hastily covered her face.
"Um-yeah I'm ok"
"But your hand is bleeding, let me attend you."
She held her hand up but was quickly grabbed by the guy.
"Are you a priest?"
Shocked by the sudden attitude, Eleanor pulled her hand back. She looked straight at the guy with silver hair.
"Hahh no I am a healer....or a wizard?"
The guy seemed awkward with Eleanor sudden response of pulling her hand back. Usually people would let him attend their injuries without any question.
"Do you by any chance from the Magic Tower?"
As she felt the pain crawling from her hand, she held her hand up again and let him hold it.
"Oh you......"
It was obviously a female hand but as the treatment continue, his face slowly turning pale. There were dim lights coming from his hand.
"I was looking for you"
Eleanor who didn't notice the change, tried to create a connection, hoping that the guy will help her with her journey to magic tower. She can feel the pain slowly subside from her hand.
"Why?"
"Please help me with my curse"
Not wanting to beat around the bush any longer, she straightforwardly told her problem.
" Your body is filled with darkness... what are you?"
The wound has gone and he pulled her to come along with him. Eleanor who was still confused with the absurd question from a guy who asked what is she as if they were from different species followed his direction.
"Grand wizard, I found a boy filled with nothing but only darkness in his body"
Not only asking what she is, now he introduced her as a boy to a grand wizard. Eleanor can only conclude that this silver haired guy is as senseless as a trunk.
The Grand Wizard is an old man with neat silver hair and no beard. Eleanor always thought that wizard should have extensively long hair and beard began to question her imagination. The old man walked towards her with a warm smile, asking for permission to hold her hand. There were dim light coming from his hand and soon he let her hand go. The silver haired guy on the other hand busy telling the old man that she's seeking for magic tower to help her.
"Oh dear...Forgive this old man. I am Carlisle from the magic tower. Since we heading to the same direction, would you joined us on our way back as the break of dawn?"
It was just what she needed and she quickly agreed.
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